THE VISIT

​THE VISIT
 
Well, the visit of the brothers, and Pam and Gabby seemed to go well. They arrived around 2pm on Monday.  We sat in the conservatory talking for a while before the minibus arrived at six, on time, I was pleased to note, and took us to the Shipley Bridge for something to eat.  And drink.
We sat around an oval shaped table – almost as good as a round one – and were able to converse with each other without leaning or shouting. As is usual with these annual (sometimes biannual) get-togethers the conversation was lively, witty, and even amusing and, of course, enjoyable.
Back home we watched some old family video of Pam and Derek’s children shot twenty years, or more, ago.
The next day, Tuesday 11th January, we walked, in drizzling rain, to the London Road Grill. The pedometer on my I-phone recorded 2.9 miles, which I managed comfortably enough.  We spent two or three hours there eating drinking and talking. The food, service and atmosphere were good, as it usually is, and everyone seemed to enjoy it there.  Afterwards we walked down to The Railway (or the Punch-up as Heather used to call it) after C and I witnessed a fight there one evening.
 
Thursday, 20th January 2022
Cherry, one of Heather’s ex-colleagues at BA rang to tell us her husband, Amarjit, has died. He has been ill for some time with kidney problems and taken into hospital a few weeks ago, but he caught Pneumonia. Poor guy, his last few years could not have been pleasant for him. He had to go for dialysis two or three times a week. Must have been hard for Cherry too. He was my age born in August 1937  so actually, a few months younger.