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Bun and I spent three hours in an episode of a recent science fiction* show the limbo between junctions 12 and 13 of the M1 this morning. We were going to visit my dad, and had not realised that three lorries and an oil tanker had had an altercation between junctions 13 and 14 in the wee small hours, nor that in consequence the motorway was *closed*.

Sigh.

Happily, Pa seems to be making progress. He took a step a couple of weeks ago. He is improving at standing up. He is to be supplied with a nifty turntable device which should make it possible for him to get out of bed and into a chair without the indignity and anxiety of being subjected to a hoist. This is good stuff.


* good fiction, bad science