We were having a late breakfast this morning when the 'phone rang. We don't get many calls these days as we tend to use email or Messenger.
P answered it as I am not very good on the 'phone, even with a specially adapted one.
He was gone for ages. After 10 minutes I reheated his coffee and toast in the microwave and took it in to him. Whoever was on the other end seemed to be doing a lot of talking.
After half an hour the call finished. P said that it was from my uncle in Sydney. He is my mother's older brother, 85 years old, registered blind and recovering from recent heart surgery.
He and my aunt emigrated to Australia in the early 1960s and we have always kept in touch. I used to write regularly as a child and maintained correspondence with him through my adult life. He retains some residual sight so I can still send him emails in extra large font which he reads on a 2ft screen attached to his laptop.
He said that with all the current turmoil going on he just wanted to call and speak to those people he cared about most. His family.
As Rachel so aptly commented earlier on another blog, we are all thinking about those we love and that love us.