The last weekend of August, we were supposed to participate to a charity event for Cancer Research UK in memory of my aunt who passed away last February. But, unfortunately, the event was postponed until next year.
I talked about it to my uncle, Andre, my father’s little brother who won his battle against cancer and at that time he wasn’t interested. He thought of it and when we came back from Sardinia, a message was waiting for us.
He came anyway and spent a week with us. It was great, Arthur loved him.
We went to Bristol and Cardiff, of course we visited Oxford, then he went on his own to visit Windsor, Cambridge and London.
I think he liked his stay. It was the first uncle (or aunt by the way) from both side of the family to come to see us. The idea should spread further.