After a few months uncle G also came to stay at the Mrs P household: uncle G was an elderly man, in his 90s, widowed and living alone. He had no children, and didn’t get on with his next of kin, and didn’t want them to inherit everything on his death. He was getting very ill, and the end seemed imminent. He had a girlfriend, a Romanian lady living in Switzerland who was in her 40s, married, and came to visit on occasions for a little contatto umano and a piccolo regalo. And so, he wanted to leave what he had to those he held dearest: Mrs P and the Romanian.
And so uncle G sold his flat, deposited the money in the bank, and moved in with Mrs P, waiting to die: He did indeed die, but not till after a couple of years, but that’s another story.
And so twice a day, if not three, around the meal table was, Mrs P, husband GC (sick and awaiting a heart bypass), son GL, lodger Y, vicar P, varying others, and on occasions my kids, and sometimes myself, and now uncle G. Oh happy family; which it was.