The farmer is not well today. After sitting for four days solid on the tractor doing the same thing, he has stiff shoulders and a very stiff neck. In addition he is coming down with a cold. So he is rather sorry for himself.
Reading Bovey Belle's post today (Codlins and Cream) about the loss of a dear friend, made me think about how we lose friends as we age.
Several people, who because I live up North I have lost touch with other than cards at Christmas and the odd letter and e mail, have stopped contacting me. I shall never know why. P, who lives in the Midlands and is a very old friend, always read my blog and often answered it with an e mail. He would also send me a photograph if he had visited an interesting church. Suddenly he stopped all communication. I sent him e mails, I sent him a Christmas card - but nothing has been heard of him since around last Autumn. I have no way of knowing what has happened.
Similarly, friend C, who I know has had one or two strokes and has largely lost her memory, has stopped communicating. As I hardly know her children (she had two sets of twins in eleven months!) and have no idea where they live, again I can't contact them to see what has happened.
Both these friends are well into their eighties.
Another much younger and very dear friend suddenly stopped all communication about three years ago. Her husband still lives at the same address but on the census she no longer lives there. I don't suppose I shall ever know where she has gone - but as with the other two I miss them greatly. This is one of the built in hazards to getting old I am sad to say.