I went back to my home town today. It's so depressing. It's been getting progressively worse for the last 20 years (coincidentally when I moved out) but now it's just Raise the Flags and the stench of racism and decay.
Spent a couple of hours with dad and bro. We have fish and chips for lunch.
Dad does seem terribly concerned with my possessions at the house and is always keen to go through it or get rid of things. The house, garage and shed are full of his accumulated crap but he's in no hurry to deal with that, including his rotting car on the drive that hasn't moved in twenty years. No he's leaving that for me to sort. At least my stuff is organised in labelled crates.