w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Mrs.D. lost her aunt on Wednesday, to the culmination of a combination of serious illnesses and what used to be called ‘old age’. Her Mum’s sister.

Number one Son and Number one Daughter, unprompted and separately ‘phoned their Gran to express condolences. NoS will represent his generation at the committal and NoD has been kindly barred from attending, as she’s on the brink of her finals and the Uni will not countenance absenteeism for any but the most extreme of reasons.

Auntie would, of course, have understood perfectly. She was a good old bird.
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She came towards me, arms outstretched and a mixture of emotions on her face.

A combination of concentration, nervousness, even excitement.

I smiled.

Then she walked on past me, the camera in her hands recording the mass of other commuters rapidly closing the gap with her.

I swear if I get filmed one more time crossing London Bridge, I’m gonna demand royalties!