Darling father has gone home. He had to, he goes to Benidorm on Sunday. He stayed a week longer than he had planned - even though he was really welcome it was a surprise, but I was really happy.
We worked out that in one fortnight he had drank three litres of whiskey. This is not good.
I have an uneasy feeling about the whole thing. Now it could be that I have over developed worry muscles, but I am a little concerned about my darling father.
He has left some clothes behind, which is a good sign, plus a drift of Daily Mails and crosswords. Little bear misses him.
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