22nd March 2013 would have been my Auntie Phe's, (Phoebe Hannah's,) 108th birthday. I find that amazing. Auntie Phe actually checked out about 12 years ago, but she loved cricket. It will be 12 years next month I think, but time passes so quickly and I hadn't kept track of time in my head and so had to text my cousin Lyn, to double check how old she would have been, it will be Lyn's birthday tomorrow.
I remember 12 years ago pondering on all of the changes Auntie Phe must have borne witness to; the telephone arriving in homes for the first time in Liverpool, taxi cabs which weren't horse drawn, the end of the tram and the emergence of the bus, petrol driven, commercial aeroplanes, helicopters, Concord, television. She was born in 1905 and lived through two World Wars, I do remember asking her about family history but I'm sorry I didn't chat to her more about times gone by.
It was a long week in work. Lots of decisions about my future to be made, plus the day job.
It's Friday and it has snowed since 3am. It is now 7pm and the sky looks orange and it's still snowing. I'm so tired of the cold... and the beautiful, white stuff. Anyway, on the bright side, graze on my elbow is healing, bruises are fading, coccyx is recovering... slowly.
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