I spent this weekend at my parent's house, as I was too ill to get down to my brother Andy's as planned. The attempts to walk to the shops or retrieve a stored box or two from the attic left me tired, dizzy and tight-chested, so I haven't done too much except watch awful TV - so many channels and yet such rubbish on offer! My parents arrived back today, so at least the quality of cooking will improve sharply. After the next doctor's appointment on Wednesday, I have the prospect of watching an Everton match in Liverpool to aim for. I'd be totally gutted to miss that. Fingers firmly crossed.My parents often see signs of foxes having been in the garden overnight, but it's a rare sight to see one wandering around during the day, as I did this afternoon. He was right outside the house when I saw him, but had sidled to the back of the garden by the time I got the camera out. He did look hungry though!
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