As I was walking down Sussex Terrace this evening, an elderly man tapped me on the headphones. "Her feet must be freezing" he said, smiling at me and nodding at the swan. "I'd say so" I said, caught short conversationally. "I know mine are". Happy to have gotten that much from me, he shuffled on.
He had such an ease about him that I envied him. It was something my Crash Grandadicoot would have done. This Saturday we'll celebrate the 76 years of his life, and mark a year since his death. The night in James' Hospital seems like aeons ago, but I still miss him like it was yesterday.
He had such an ease about him that I envied him. It was something my Crash Grandadicoot would have done. This Saturday we'll celebrate the 76 years of his life, and mark a year since his death. The night in James' Hospital seems like aeons ago, but I still miss him like it was yesterday.
