There’s Always One!

There’s always one, isn’t there, in a family photograph who doesn’t smile engagingly for the camera, and as usual it is Sid, he of the squint eyes.

We were gathered en masse for café and küchen in Söderberg this morning, thereby denying access to many people who might otherwise have gained an entrance. It was a jolly experience for those who had not overdone the liquid jollifications at last night’s 80th birthday party. For them it must have been a head throbbing torture.

There were a few members missing, those teenage grandchildren who had not made it out of bed in time, but bye and large it was the second time in exactly a month that we all got together, the first time being HL’s funeral.

By lunch time they had all departed for points N,S, E, W and I was left to my own devices. A quick walk to Morningside to hand in something left behind by David and Luca, the reading of the Sunday papers and lo and behold another day of widowhood has gone. I’m getting there, one day at a time.