Just come back from a fabulous Belle and Sebastian gig at the Barbican. Wonderful, want to tell you about all the goosebumpy moments. But also want to tell you about a tough day back in Oxford. Took dad to church this morning for the dedication of a flower stand that we had donated to the church in mum's memory. It was nice service (if long for the old-timer) and it featured a lovely tribute to mum from the lay reader at the church who knew her well. But the service and the act of sitting in the wheelchair for nigh on 2 hours seemed to take it out of dad. He was exhausted and probably the weakest he's ever been by the afternoon. He did perk up a bit later but am worried this might be the begining of the end. Don't know. Lots of stuff going on.