Catching up with my folks and a very fat cat

We took a long overdue trip back to Plymouth this weekend. Overdue as we’ve not been home since Christmas.

Unknown to us we picked the perfect day to travel as it was the FA Cup therefore most people stayed home to watch the football. There were gaggles of boy racers on their way to Castle Combe to swing their tiny cocks around in front of their fellow “performance car” owners but little else on the roads.

Anyway the first site that greeted us was my dads garden and so much has happened. His rockery has established and his new vegetable “patch” is really taking shape. I think there is enough fruit and veg to feed the cul de sac. It’s a new endeavour for him but I can tell he has inhertited my Grans green fingers as he is a natural.

My mum is looking well and seems to have really settled in the cottage. Of course she’s redecorated again but that seems as natural to my mum as gardening is to my dad.

It’s nice having both families in Plymouth but tiring as we have quite a few people to catch up with. I never seem to have enough time to get around to my friends.

The majority of Saturday we caught up with Richards dad and sibblings before heading out for dinner with my parents and Richards mum. It may not have been the poshiest place in Plymouth but our parents like it and the food is always really good.

It was nice for the six of us to take the time to chat and chill over dinner. If we hadn’t we probably would have done more running around.

I slept well last night except for when one of my parents cats decided to play Saloon with the cat flap. He’s got so big he’s realised that us gullible humans will let him in to save him the indignity of squeezing through the cat flap. As soon as he saw I was awake he just kept tapping the flap expecting me to get out and open the door! Cheeky beggar.

I spent a drizzly Sunday at my folks and enjoyed a wonderful family roast (the kind that evokes childhood memories, that you can never recreate) before Richard picked me up.

Here we are, all too soon, back in the car heading north towards the capital.

I miss Plymouth simply because my parents are there, no other reason and for that reason I can admit it’s always nice to go “home”.