For over a month now I have been helping my dad empty his huge house in Liverpool so he can sell it and go back to Ireland. It's been a physically and emotionally difficult task, but we're getting very near the end now. We've had a lot of laughs and fun, too, and it's been nice getting to spend some time with my dad just talking and putting the world to rights and doing things side-by-side.
I need to spend time doing some of my own things though. I want to make my Christmas pudding, cake and mincemeat. I want to put lights in the henhouse, they have stopped laying altogether. I want to dig my allotment. And I want to never see the bloody M62 ever again.