Aunt Nell

The weather has been too nice to carry on with the memoirs but I did unearth a packet of photos that was sent to me when my cousin Lesley died. They were mainly of her mother, the wife of my dad’s much older half brother. Nell was a photographer and I remember her from her and Lesley’s annual holiday to stay on the farm with my Granny in the 1950s. As a child I found her glamourous. She was tall and very thin, wore stylish clothes, smoked constantly, and continually read. This photo must be from 1920s I think.

I baked for the treats I give to the good fairy who brings the Saturday Guardian, then had coffee with Andrea and Pete which went on till lunch time by which time I’d missed two other WhatsApp calls. One was good news - Inntravel is going to repay Jenny and me our deposit on the Gozo walking holiday we were due to go on this month. Unlike Wild Frontiers who refuse us our Turkmenistan money back.

Sad news is Another suicide in the village. I and a friend who also has had depression got texts from our GP surgery today to say not to hesitate to call them - wondering if it’s related.

I’m also wondering if a serial philanderer living in a council house and who has numerous illegitimate children, and a wife undergoing cancer treatment would get congratulated on his latest much younger girlfriend giving birth.