Email from my sister: I feel sad knowing that Dad can't go back there, and that the sale of the family home is a significant step. I saw Dad briefly last night, and he's very relieved; he was almost beaming, and he was quite relaxed. Like us, he was despairing that it would ever sell. He said, "I need ... " and trailed off. I said, "What is it you need, and I'll bring it next time". He replied, "Ah, what do I need? Oh I don't know. Yes I do. A house. I've run out of houses".