I tucked myself under my father-in-law’s shoulder as we walked up Edinburgh’s London Road together. He was so warm and loving towards me, displaying far more affection now than he ever did when he was alive.
Meanwhile, in the grounds of Stirling Castle my girlfriends and I were decorating the inside of the shrine to ED, whose funeral had taken place at the same time as that of my father-in-law. Someone asked if it would be appropriate to contribute a model of an Egyptian pyramid to the construction. I supported this idea wholeheartedly – not least because I had already bought a replica golden funerary mask of Tutankhamun to take pride of place within it.