Goodbyes

A day of contrasts, indeed. First up, poor Krystyna's funeral up at Lauriston St - the Sacred Heart of Jesus, an RC place and a full requiem mass. She was only 55 and she had no relations in this world that anyone knew - her mother was a child when she escaped from Poland and her twin sister died some years ago.
So, onward I did step and was soon revived and indeed refreshed by meeting the bold Scobes in the Cafe Royale. Shortly followed by Rex, Insto, and Mr Smith. What larks, and what filthy, filthy, blether. As well as much talk about Leith Heavy.
Later up to the daughter's as it was young S's birthday - for some unfathomable reason I took along a bottle of wine. That was really uncalled for.