Helping Out

Took Maureen to the hospital yesterday for a chest x-ray. She's been ill for several weeks, and Mum's death seems to have knocked her sideways. John and Maureen have been carrying the burden of all the arrangements so it's good to finally be here to offer some help. We're seeing the priest tonight to figure out the nuts and bolts of proceedings on the day of the funeral - fixed for Friday.

Noi intends to cook a chicken curry for them this evening and wants to help clean-up the house which is looking a bit run-down. My sister, who is a few years older than me, has distinctly left middle-age behind and is in another place entirely, something difficult, but necessary, for me to accept. And John is, astonishingly, seventy-five, which I can't help but think is some kind of misprint.