In Memory Of Keith

 The temperature yesterday reached 27 degrees centigrade which is 80 Farenheit. That's  by official reckoning. I bet it actually went higher. We were down on the beach because Frances, wanting to do all the things she used to do with Keith, had asked to be given the chance to paddle and then eat fish and chips. In the event, though she and I struggled down to the tide line, she found her bad knee made paddling too difficult to be worth persisting with. The fish and chips- from a beach kiosk- was good. 

Keith also used to fly a kite. She hasn't asked me to do that. Just as well. I've never managed to get one off the ground. 

She goes home today.

Patient

 There have been moments over these past couple of weeks when I've wanted to scream, "Why don't you all just fuck off and leave me in peace," but I'm happy to say that outwardly I've been Patience personified.