lazy sunday afternoon

Down to south Oxfordshire for sunday lunch with an old friend and ex-work colleague, Grace and her family. Almost four hours of good food, wine (for some), children’s laughter and reminiscences.

One member of the family was not there to greet us this time, Grace’s old Cocker Spaniel. Gone to where all good dogs go. He had a favourite spot on this old sofa at one end of the kitchen where he could watch all the comings and goings.

My voice held up and was good enough to join in the conversation. I think (though Anniemay says that if I say the next bit out loud I’ll jinx it) that the operation has improved things. (I’m assuming that writing it down doesn’t have the same effect).