To discuss you need an audience or at least one other person. The stairs of our cathedral are always populated by people or all sorts. Today it seemed that school was out and the students all met on the steps to discuss the things they had in common.

Me? Since Mr. Swiss is in his senior home I have no-one to discuss with. When I visit him his use or words is diminishing and I find myself reading a book. His world now revolves around himself, and I cannot blame him. I can be glad that he has no serious illness or dementia. Today was one of his favourite talks in the home where the subject is a painting they they are encouraged to analyse.

So I am left to my own devices. On Friday the village has the midday dinner table for golden oldies and I will be going. It takes place in a local restaurant. I went once with Mr. Swiss and found it quite good, but we never went again. This time I am going on my own, although I know a few people in the village and hope it will be interesting. I am also thinking about joining the local Humanist group. I have no religion and this would appeal to me.

So that’s life as it has developed up to now, but I still have my books and computer and of course Lucia, my domestic help, although she has become more than that – I can call her my friend.