This time it was my wife’s Uncle’s wife, ( Does that make any sense ) they had been happily married for a long time, although Les died quite a few years ago. Then Babera moved into secure accommodation in Torquay, it’s a nice town on the seafront but very hilly, not ideal for older people but it didn’t seem to prevent them from living there.
We stopped at Travel Lodge for two nights which was clean but basic. The staff were extremely helpful. The funeral was held at a small chapel on the edge of the town, the upside of the ceremony was meeting her son and daughter who we hadn’t seen for a very long time, Ailsa Cox had been a professor and wrote short stories, her brother had run a steel business and recently retired. It was nice to talk about past times; a sure sign of aging, because when your young you talk about the future.
We swopped Addresses and Phone numbers promising to keep in contact and I hope we do
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