Medicine for the Soul

I'm feeling like a yo yo at the moment. I'm back in Yorkshire after a brief stopover in Kent on Saturday.

There is no humour today. You see my visits back to Yorkshire have not only been for the sake of finding a house to rent, they have been necessary for another reason. My father in law, (the Fat Controller), was diagnosed with cancer of the pancreas in January of this year. Along with the rest of his family I have been taking turns in caring for him and Mrs Beeton. It was my stint over the last few days. He passed away peacefully yesterday morning with Mrs Beeton at his side.

I'll be posting again, in lighter mood, in a few days. Laughter is the best medicine for the soul.