Uncle came out of hospital just over a week ago and we've been quite busy helping him to settle in to his new apartment in a retirement village. He was very sad to have to give up his sea front cottage but he accepted the advice given him by the occupational therapist from hospital that he simply wouldn't be able to manage there. It will take him a little while to get used to the apartment, being in a wheelchair and having carers, all major changes for someone who only three years ago drove himself and his lady friend to Italy for Younger Son's wedding.
It's his 90th birthday in December and I'm organising a special tea party for him. Yesterday I made the cake - and my Christmas cake. And because I had so much mixture I made another small one as well. Which turned out to be for the good as I emptied a bottle of brandy over the small cake just before I realised it had gone off. I'm just glad it wasn't the birthday cake that I have possibly ruined. (I'm planning on feeding the damaged cake to Husband.)