Back home. Traffic jam free journey - two and a half hours. That's more like it. For the first time I noticed my Dad seemed to be struggling, he's definitely failing a bit. When I got there on Monday he was in his pyjamas and dressing gown Unheard of! He said he had not slept well and was really tired. He was out of breath walking round Asda today. He's very slim so it's not because he's overweight. I think it is just old age catching up with him and him refusing to take things easy. I've told him to get a cleaner - he won't hear of it. It's not a money issue, he can well afford it. I just think he doesn't want anybody in his house or nobody could do as good a job as he can. To be honest you could perform open heart surgery on the kitchen floor without any fear of the patient becoming infected!