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.