Well that was a cheerful title wasn’t it? I find myself thinking a lot about the house and the fact that this is probably going to be one of the last normal family weekends we have in it. We have had so many happy memories here, so I know I’m going to find it a bit of a bind. I’m going to make a conscious effort NOT to get maudlin as I spend the last few weeks here, as I have this awful tendency to say and think things like “This is the last time we will do this or that here”. I even started out this blog like it, so I have already broken my resolution not to do so. I have been reading Alan Bennet’s book “Untold Stories” which is an absolute joy as one would expect. He is a truly remarkable writer, and I cannot believe it has taken me this long to discover him. The Oscar Wilde biography remains laregyl unread, but I shall persevere, and I have moved it to within my eye line in an effort to prick my own conscience.
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