One go in forty.
And the christening, which is the reason I was on that aeroplane and which has about four minutes in this account and should have more.
Nancy was eleven weeks old on the eleventh of October, 2025.
I had not met her. Stuart and Keela are out there for his work and it had been nine months since I had seen either of them, and I had been counting since the July.
And I held that baby for the first time at about two o’clock on the Saturday, in a church hall, and it is the reason I had got on a plane at sixty-one on my own for the first time since Ken died.
And by about half past three I was telling nine people about a man in a half-zip.
Ninety minutes.
I had waited eleven weeks to hold my granddaughter and I was into the aeroplane story by half past three, with a drink in my hand, doing the crisps and the voice.
