Twelve years now

He turned his face to me. “Ah, Grace, there you are at last. Shall I make you something to eat? "

“No, just stay seated, I'll do something myself right away. I just wanted to let you know that I'm here. "

He frowned when he saw me. "Why are you so wet?"

"Because it's raining outside." Which was also the reason why the food had to wait a moment. First I had to get out of these wet clothes to warm up a little under a nice, warm shower.

"Oh really?" Uncle Roderick looked at the window. "Indeed, it's raining."

I could only shake my head at so much distraction. Sometimes I really felt like he lived in his own world, as absent-minded as he always was. Then there was his clumsy streak and his forgetfulness, which occasionally brought us small disasters - for example last week when he pulled out the plug for the refrigerator because he had used the socket for a short time for the drill to open the loose blind to fasten again to the kitchen wind