I went to see Uncle Angus tonight, it has been a while since I’ve seen him, so I felt a bit bad, but he didn’t mention it, and to be honest, I was beginning to wonder whether he’d noticed. He seemed a bit distracted again, and when I asked him whether he would come for Christmas he said that he would without a quibble, whereas normally he would huff and puff making it plain that he didn’t want to come and then either say he would or he wouldn’t, if he said no, there was no persuading him otherwise. I had thought that we would have dinner together, but he had had some soup before I got there, at least, that’s what he said. He was already on his sundowner (whiskey).