In Praise Of My Sister

My sister is very different to me. We’ve generally got on very well, but the differences, perhaps inevitably, can lead to both ups and downs.

Last night my Dad slept in his new studio flat within our house. He’s been living more with us for about three months, and though that has all gone as smoothly as was possible, this slight separation is going to be beneficial for him and for us. We all need help but we all need some privacy and independence too.

The reason I mention my sister is because, without her, it wouldn’t have happened. Though she has had some willing assistants - her good hubby, Ineke, and yours truly - Julie has been the driving force and deserves most of the credit.

Her eye for detail and her organisational skills, as well as a certain amount of creativity and a great deal of hard work and persistence, in amidst the other wee storms that life throws up, have made all the difference.

Dad likes his new place. I like it too. Everything it needs to be. I’m a bit jealous to be honest. He was still sleeping when we first knocked on his door this morning, so I think that’s a good sign.

Thank you Julie. Vive la difference!