Part of the table my grandmother sets whenever she has visitors
Two of the days last week I ended up not getting any work, one of the days it was because my phone line was down and they couldn't get a hold of me, which was rubbish.
This was just after my grandmother's birthday, and so I spent part of both days with her. I've realised, partly through travelling and partly after my other granddad passed away, how little time I've actually spent with this grandmother, who lives in the same town as me, and who has recently turned 87.
The other day, I had borrowed my sister's car, and we drove out to my parents' empty house, drank tea, sat outside in the glorious sunshine of mid-March Tromsø and talked about food. And health. And how nice the tea was. And how nice the sunshine was. And we had a grand, quiet time.