My commiserations to all, and a full and speedy recovery, Nick.
J Hancock – The mind boggles. Was the mixer falling or a projectile?
My Christmas was odd as the first I'd ever spent alone even though my sisters' homes are within easy walking distances (their own families come first); but I didn't waste it and the bright sunshine. While the washing was drying on the line, I finished the shaping operations on a part for my T&C Grinder.
One thing all this enforced circles has brought out, (apart from my refusing to call what have always been social and family circles, ' bubbles ' ) is just how extended even a fairly small family can become once the brood has fledged. I have no issue, as they might say in more exalted circles, but am an Uncle and Great-Uncle several times. I think it's rather easy to overlook not the people themselves, but the extent of the spread-out web of relatives, nephews'/nieces' girl/boy-friends / spouses, and their parents, and so on. Then along comes a spot of acid wrapped in protein to wreak havoc on mankind, and all of a sudden the web and its structure are to the fore.
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Great-Uncle… First time I was told this, by my sister (the new Grandma), I said being called "Great-Uncle Nigel" makes me sound as if a Womble.
Edited By Nigel Graham 2 on 29/12/2020 22:55:50