9.30 pm and just home from lunch.

In England.

We flew from Dublin to Heathrow and then drove north to Hertfordshire.

My partner’s aunt was born ninety years ago today and the lunch was in her honour.

She is one of five children. One of her brothers died at Dunkirk in WWII. A brother and sister lived into old age; another brother is still hale and hearty at eight-five.

I got to thinking about how different the world was when she was born. WWI was not long over and Ireland was embarking on a War of Independence.

Life.

Always.

Changing.