Momento Mori.


Huttonian is in the Big Smoke for a memorial service for a former colleague and friend who died much too young and very unexpectedly. Going to Memorial Services is becoming a significant committment to add to all those seventh age activities. THree in the last ten months. It is always interesting to see who has not yet dropped off their perch, still around, live if not kicking too hard. At the last such occasiion I was accosted by someone whom I thought I recognised and said with an air of surprise..'Long time no see. I thought you had left us.' I explained I had-gone to Scotland 'Gone to Scotland?!' That's not quite what I meant' and wandered off. Later I saw him talking to another elderly gent and pointing at me. He then came over and apologised for mistaking me for some one else-.'Didn't think you could be him. Was at his memorial service, Recently. Well last Monday actually. Remarkable resemblance. Then anxiously 'Keeping well are we. Cold Scottish Air keeps one going I shouldn't wonder.

I hope to see him this afternoon.


I wish I oould remember who he is

The image is of St James Picadilly

Labels: Big Smoke, Memorial Services

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