14/04/08
On we march -
Categories: Been an upsetting weekend – my nan died on Friday. Yeah, not a cheery blog – sorry. Her passing was expected at some point soon – I just didn’t expect it yet. A very generous person and a lovely and loving grandmother.
I’d normally keep all this private, and I'll do my grieving offline rather than here, but the interesting thing that came out of this, which felt bloggable, was that Nanny was my last grandparent, so I now move up a generation, which is a tad scary. I told my mum this, and she countered with, quite rightly: “How do you think we feel? We move up a generation too. It’s scarier for us – who’s next to go?” Fair point.
Tis odd how even at the age of 29, I still feel like adult life isn’t fully there yet, though Friday went a long way to growing me up – when you realise that you are the next generation, not the one after next.
Anyway, in other news, I’ve come away to Nottingham for Sunday and Monday, as Zoe’s got a business thingy here today. So it was a chance to come back to my old student haunt, feed her the best kebab in the world, and show her off to various Nottingham-based friends who don’t believe I could ever keep a girlfriend more than a week. One of my good friends from student years, Henry, who taught me the way of the kebab, had us to dinner at the vicarage where he now lives. So yes, he is a fully-fledged vicar, which again makes me realise that we are all proper grown-ups now. Someone I studied with is now a full proper big vicar. Not curate. Not deputy. There is no one above him in his church, apart from the obvious Trinity – so alright, he’s top mortal.
Oh, and the kebab shop was shut. So I’ll have to bring Zoe back another time to sample the delights of Tipoo, greatest kebab shop in the universe...
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