Yesterday I broke out a new address book, still keep one as back up. The old one was nearly 30 years old and cluttered with multiple addresses for DC as they went through their peripatetic student and early working years, their current addresses, where each has lived over 10 years which are difficult to find among the clutter, addresses of those no longer in my life - window cleaners and piano tuners - and those who have died: parents, sister, other relations, and those friends, now alone as their spouses have died and one name has been scratched out.
I now have a neat workable address book and it is actually quite nice.
On my computer I still have the last exchange of emails between me and a dear friend, organising a visit, just before her sudden and unexpected death. I am both glad that her name and address are no longer in my address book, but so glad I still have that last flurry of emails.
Washing bio gel or quid in the drum
Gary Glitter programme Tuesday