Today, we went to visit Dodo, who was our mother’s oldest friend, is Wink’s godmother and who is now 103 years old. She still lives in her little cottage, now with a carer and has finally conceded that life is easier with a stairlift. She’d made a mistake and double-booked friends visiting; fortunately Angela, her Moldovian carer, twigged and put things right, putting me first as I’m leaving tomorrow. Dodo apologised. “I got muddled,” she said, though it was a small and understandable mistake. “There’s nothing thing good about being 103.” We could only say that we were glad she’s still with us. And, I reflected, she’s old enough to be our grandmother.
Its been a lovely Christmas and restful, on the whole, in a good way. Tomorrow, I’m going to visit Daphne, near Canterbury, for a couple more nights, then home again. Lovely Tim will come and join me there.
Once I’m home, I’ll blog again properly. I can type easily enough on an iPad or phone, but I can’t think so well when I can’t see the whole page. I hope all is well with you.