My younger sister 11/11/2016

has the most wonderful and at times wicked sense of humour. I would like to say it runs in the family,but even though my mother was witty and amusing,my father was not.Of my three brothers,one of the two younger ones,who passed away some time ago following a short and vicious cancer,was a superb raconteur with an unmatched sense of humour.And he was a dancer.Oh,how he could dance. In his arms I was floating,and my two left feet never touched the ground.When I am alone with my sister we talk about him.We cry a little as we did yesterday.She had an early morning business meeting and at ten was free to meet me.We sat in Panta Rhei where I am now and where I come every day after lunch,had excellent coffee,fresh orange juice, then took a short walk to my favourite restaurant to have lunch.Of all days when I wanted the meal to be super,it was disappointing,risotto somehow didn't come up to our expectations.I eat in the same restaurant every day and would never have lunch anywhere else as the food is mostly second to none, but there are days,like yesterday,when I wished I had chosen something else.After lunch we came back to Panta Rhei for another coffee and then went shopping.My sister bought a pair of ankle boots,identical to the ones I was wearing,only she chose white to match her winter parka.Then she could not resist a black leather Italian handbag big enough for the A4 papers she often has to carry.At 3 she took a bus home some 51 km away.I stayed and spent a little time with my Toshiba. A lovely day with a lovely sister. As my brother-in-law said when we visited our third sister,his wife,on 6th November - we do not do it often enough.