Looking at the photograph, I remembered the first sit-down dinner at my daughter Jenny’s house. She and her boyfriend had rented a ground floor apartment that looked out on a closed courtyard. She’d tried to liven the dark enclosure with her bright geraniums, without much luck.
Now nearly thirty years later, we’re all going for another first sit-down dinner. David, Jenny’s son, has invited us for his house-warming dinner.
Funny how history can repeat itself. They too have rented a flat with a barren courtyard view. David’s boyfriend, Julian, put out two flowering lemon trees though to brighten things up.