I recently had the rare treat of being home alone. The boys were out at various parties, Margaret was off at a class reunion from last year.
I was feeling reflective and had a formal dinner in honour of my Dad, who died in September.
The last time I saw him, he gave me a wine 'for a special occasion'. Did he know how bad things were for him? Maybe. The doctors said 'remission' but they are on the outside looking in. Things look different from the other direction.
So I cooked a steak and had some of his wine.
He would have approved.