Today Dad & I went house hunting for a house for him. We spent the day driving around the Forest of Dean looking at houses, none of which were any good. In particular we had an appointment to see a house where the description spectacularly failed to describe the property accurately. It's a bit like when we went to see the Ford Probe for Mum that was described as being wonderful but was actually a heap - don't these people realise that as soon as you see it you're going know they're lying?
Quiet weekend coming up - I'm going to get my letter of application sorted for these jobs in Europe, will see how my leg is as to whether I play football or not, and that's about it...