Margate

We’re in Margate today, the closest major town to Dad’s.  Picked up a toaster and phone for Dad.  Ate at J.C. Rooks and Sons, a butcher with the best cornish pasties and apple turnovers in the world. We cleared up the last of the rotten food at Dad’s place.  Things smell much better now.  Meals on Wheels came; Dad fussed but he accepted.  There is hope. Internet access is much better than the last time I was here.  Every public library has free, fast access. Everywhere I go, I remember previous visits with my family.  Wish they could be with me.