Sad
My parents are off on one in of their overseas adventures so I am at their house cat-sitting. Well I do adore the little bastard but that, while sad, is not the point.
I have been going through all the old family photos looking for one taken by a street photographer in Glasgow in the early '50s in which my father is a dead ringer for William Brown, I wanted to scan it, so I'd have a copy. Well I found it, plus lots of old memories and my grandfather's death certificate. That was the sad bit.