All day, it seemed more like a Sunday than a Saturday.
I saw Mrs JG on the path outside her house, wished her happy New Year, and told her that the Old Man had died — this surprised and saddened her. She asked when the funeral would take place, and went back into the house to make a note of that information. Mrs JG told me that her mother was seriously ill with cancer; it sounded as though she would not live long.
After lunch, I drove back to Suburbia Somnolenta. At the junction where the sub-station stands, I was waiting for the traffic-lights to turn to green. I reflected that this was the first time I had ever left Peakville without seeing the Old Man.
The journey was less tiring than usual, as traffic was fairly light.
From Suburbia Somnolenta, I managed to contact cousin N by phone. She is on painkillers, and is suffering from osteoporosis. Her only relative in the Peakville area now is a cousin on her father’s side, who lives in Forest Glade.
Cousin N is due to turn 61 in February 2011.
I ought to devote more time to her — but without intruding.
[Original posting 1 January 2012]