... it started with talking about having duck for tea ... after living near a family of ducks for a time ... I could not eat duck ... my family still seeing some of the boyfriends ... one giving Mum a hug on hearing the news of our Dad ... and going down memory lane ... with our antics in our youth ...
... to letting them know I'm spending Christmas up North this year with an invite to have Christmas dinner at the daughter's boyfriends foster family he is still in touch with ... his foster father who passed away last year... wished for him to always be welcome ... even though he is now a care leaver ... which helps to make him feel he belongs somewhere ...
This will be good ... it feels like the old me ... doing ... travelling ... and doing new things and meeting new people in a different life and area ... and way of life ...
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