The dogs gave nothing away (as usual) but we both heard a voice. Instantly you think “unannounced visitors! Check clothes to make sure a)- fully dressed, b) no food stains on tops and then outside to find out who.
Didn't recognise the faces at first but the voice gave it away. Some friends from up north who we hadn't seen for 5 or 6 years. A warm welcome to them and almost immediately the reason for the visit. Bad news. A mutual friend of long standing had died. A simple operation, a complication and that 's it. Stunned.
We talked for bit then coffee and teas and talked some more. Lunch from the garden, some wine and we continued talking until late in the afternoon about everything and nothing. Too unwilling I think to part company.
Afterwards Jean and I talked about how out of sorts we were and that life seems too unexpected to waste and we had better lift our game and catch up with old fiends more often. Rather than Christmas cards we'll go in person.
Difficult to not think about our friend's abrupt end. So much easier when someone has an extended illness late in life allowing some time to adapt to the inevitable.
A sombre Sunday to remind us to make the best of the moment. No preparedness or survivalism can help in some circumstances.