I have prepared a bad news sandwich. That is to say, I'm going to try and make this more agreeable by placing on the top and underneath some cheering things.
So let's start with a daughter update, the one who is now half a world away but also never farther out of reach than a FaceTime call.
We talked to her yesterday morning, as she walked back from a cafe bundled up in a navy coat rugged up against the chill, mist on her breath under a beautiful blue sky at the beginning of a London day, towards the new flat she and Mitch moved into this week in Stoke Newington.
