Safely back home now, after travelling to Yorkshire with R for the funeral of my uncle. As often happens, the sadness of the day was lightened by the exchange of family anecdotes. One of my cousins described this big man, who lived a long life full of achievement and incident, as “a wee rascal”, which made me laugh aloud – not least, because I’m sure he’d have loved it.
In my head the wee rascal is chuckling.
