I'm still sick, so is everyone else. But I think I'm making some progress. This morning Dad took me and himself out to a local restaurant/bakery to have a nice breakfast. It was rather soothing, for a change. We both agreed that it was absolutely lovely getting out of this house and getting into the fresh air atmosphere. We definitely needed it for sure. I felt somewhat better walking around, but then I reached my limit all too soon. I couldn't keep myself steady; he began complaining about the chilliness. That was about it : our journey's end : our time to come home.
Sorry this post is ending at such a weird spot. Must go and help Mum unpack now. She deserves as much help as she can get. Good night..