Friday night we went to an, uh, fiftieth birthday party at a hotel two minutes’ walk around from Windsor Castle:
The castle is along the edge of Windsor. I’d never been to Windsor or so close to the castle before.
I’ve only been living in the UK for some 17 years and did not realize it was quite so close to the edge of the town:
Unfortunately, though, Liz and Phil couldn’t make it to the party. 😉
Seeing the castle led me to recall my mother, who earlier in the day had been much more on my mind than usual. It’s now nearly a year since we lost both her and my uncle: sister and brother dying exactly two weeks apart.
They were a pair. She was one of those Americans who happened to be interested in the British royals. My uncle also loved to press her buttons about anything and everything; and she would “counterpunch.” Their “exchanges of ideas” were the stuff of “family legend”:
As I noted the other day, authors may find material from life and then give it life forever.
Hope you’ve been having a good weekend. 🙂