Wow, it's dusty in here.

Hmm - I could play catch-up, or I could pretend I've never been away. Or I could just start, and see how it goes.

The big thing, of course, is that Elaine died on Sunday. Write, type, say the words a hundred times, still don't believe them. Won't. Also can't quite see how we are supposed to carry on without her. All Sid wants to do is to look at photographs of her, and cry. Me too.

Our tickets to Singapore are now booked. It's a bit of a chore really, as we are only doing it to save David and Rachel having to visit here. They found it such hard going last Christmas, what with the shockingly cold weather and all, that we told them we would provide the excuse they needed for not making their next winter visit. Sid is already packed.

And here's somehting I discoverd quite by accident. If you use the jug you mixed the raspberry jelly in to measure the water for the rice, without rinsing it out, your rice will taste of raspberry jelly. Clever, eh?

And guess what? It's nearly soup time again.