This morning bear went off with a cheque for £9.25 for his week of school dinners. I cannot tell you what a relief that was as I was getting increasingly desperate when it came to his pack up. He argued about everything.
The house looks like a condemned site and my back is hurting. I'm confident that it is not serious, but it is enough that I can't risk taking a bath as I think I couldn't get out again.
Father is doing a lot better. Uncle seems to be improving. Fingers crossed for a nice, quiet week.