Tweak her nose and her tongue flicks out. Softest ears ever.

He was a schoolboy at the time, wartime evacuee to Uppingham. Graeme Clark Jackson.

My dad used to birdwatch there in the 1940s ... Not sure his notebooks have survived.

You already are your best self. Take the time and space you need to think and feel things through. 'What to do' will come to you.

Lucky you indeed

Lucky for him he decided to trust that he was being looked after, though there were flashes of impatience. He'd been a Methodist minister and thought his approaching death was a thing of wonder, and welcome. Some of our best times were in the local Sikh run curry house - he'd quiz them about Islam.

Thank you. I sat with my dad through his last two years. Mostly he was giving things up: Inspector Montalbano, snooker, reading. For a while he'd buy the same book three times a day on Kindle, I learnt to stop worrying about the money and try to focus instead on the journey he was on.