I did my dad a “birthday treat” on Friday. It had been a long day for him as he had an appointment at the city hospital and (accompanied by mum) was away from about 2pm, getting back a while after 7pm. I suggested that as it was so late that some (deep fried frozen chunky) chips and I for one had snacked might be nice. I then learned that he’d asked on the way home in the ambulance if he could have chips when he got home! Sometimes the simplest of things are the best.

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Another OT thing. One I was pondering a couple of months ago and don't think I've mentioned here... My basic attempts are in a fairly small but I’d think reasonably well equipped kitchen and based around cooking for three. I wonder how people do more of more with less.

I think the hardest kitchen we had would have been the original (I later managed to move the kitchen out to an existing extension) kitchen in the second house we lived when in N Wales. It was a long thin corridor of a room with a spiral ring radiant electric cooker at one end and the sink at the other. I don’t remember anything in the way of work top space other than a little around the sink side. Microwaves weren’t around (or at least not a common feature of a UK kitchen) then.

She’d still manage to present a 3 course Christmas dinner with all the trimmings (and touches like glazed carrots, etc. as well as something veggie for herself) probably for ten (six in the immediate family for starters) with everything served perfectly warm.

Maybe it’s easy to some but the juggling acts I’d think it must involve seem beyond me.