Strange day...

Weird. My Mama shuffled off this mortal coil in the night - knowing how she had longed for this made the death easier to bear though those things that will now no longer occur are mounting up - you know? If you've lost a parent you'll know what I mean. All the day-to-day things of a very long-term relationship, ceasing.

My nephews and nieces are posting their reminiscences on facebook! She didn't trust computers but would have enjoyed her image and stories of her wit being zipped about the world. (My favorite; 'Never run after a man or a bus, there's always another close behind.')

In the meantime, the forces are gathering for Peter D's birthday party on Saturday. Five installed here and many more clumped about Tilling. A very acceptable sense of celebration in the air.

Didier Bourdon had a vernisage at Sieur d'Arques tonight. Very good work, of course. Exhibition on till 13th April - visit if in Limoux, nice work. Here he is ...

and afterwards Toby and Leo and Raine (guessing at the spelling, that's what it sounds like) gave me and Kat dinner. Raine off tomorrow so farewell to him till next year and a safe journey back to Holland. I probably shouldn't post this picture of him waking up the morning after but he does look cute:) He was looking at the damage in the garden at the same time as I was, the day after the party when Toby and Leo arrived here. Happened to have a camera poised as he opened his shutters -