M went down the town to buy some comfort food. He had an Indian but I wanted a fry-up so I asked him to get me some mushrooms, a very rare occurence. He rang from Waitrose asking if I want button or shit-acre. I, of course, had the shit-acre. Unfortunately I forgot how to cook mushrooms and they ended up a bit soggy and tasteless but the egg and bacon hit the spot.
Dad has slept the day away and I am really certain that we are doing him no favours in keeping him at home. If he were with lots of people he would have to engage more.
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