A tweet tonight from my favourite cousin (
@Apple fanboy knows of him, and of my warm regard for him; one of his two daughters is autistic).
The mother he refers to - sharp as a razor, a woman who would happily terrorise you and would eat you without salt, who retired from her job as a postmistress at the ripe young age of 82 (with reluctance) - is my aunt, my father's sister (who adored him, and whose regard he warmly returned - and whose warm relationship with my father - her younger brother - is not entirely unlike my own relationship with my own younger brother, known on these threads as Decent Brother).
"My mother had a visit from her 99 y o first cousin yesterday. "How is she?" I ask. "Well she's really showing her age" says my mother. She's a mere 97."