"Things You Wouldn't Know If We Didn't Blog Intermittently."
Been there. Every Sunday I spend the night with my aged, fit, slightly demented, widowed, father-in-law. In the morning, if it isn't brutal, we often go for a stroll along a local cliff-top walk. A few weeks ago, we met a middle-aged father bringing his pink marsh-mallow of a daughter coming in the opposite direction on a similar mission. We paused to compare notes: 90 years separated our two charges.