The Bottom Line

Mr M, The Yoga Mama’s brother and TSM’s uncle, died this morning. Sad but not unexpected, he was long lived; a gentle man with a warm smile and prone to occasionally dropping mischievous questions into an otherwise innocuous conversation. I shall remember him fondly and am glad that his passing was peaceful.

A busy day at work dealing with solicitors, irreconcilable objectives and incomplete paperwork for our first big meeting of the year. Found time for the ritual (but on this occasion sombre) lunchtime coffee. Strider went back to Uni in Canterbury. In the late afternoon we drove up to north London to spend some time with The Yoga Mama and Mr S, TSM’s brother. We looked at old photographs and bought a few memories into focus (pun intended; Mr M came from a family with a strong interest in photography, his father having owned a studio on Oxford Street way back when). 

Funeral the day after tomorrow on New Year’s Eve (these things happen quickly in the Jewish tradition).