Kings Cross

Met big brother at a friend’s house just across the road from the gothic red brick monstrosity that is St Pancras. They don’t make em like that any more, thank god.

A fun evening (mostly) with a voyage around our father, much talk of Hay, fish and chips and onion rings, quite a lot of wine, and a lot of laughter.

Bumped into an old friend and neighbour who I haven’t seen for years and he told me that his wife had died a couple of months before at the age of sixty. Incredibly sad.

The day was all about the interminable paperwork of moving house …