Jan 19: Monday morning, we had a terrible phone call from daughter Sophie in Aswan to say that her husband Luke, our beloved son-in-law, was drowned in a nocturnal felucca boat capsize in the Nile during a freak electric thunderstorm. This is an indescribable loss, and it's difficult to write more on this.
We spent all Monday on the phone either to her, or to her insurance people or to the British embassy, or the hotel in Aswan, arranging for her return. I booked a flight to Cairo because she had lost her passport, but then she had one bit of luck which is that locals found all the luggage and passports and returned them.By Tuesday we had Sophie back in England, and Henry brought her up from Heathrow.
If there was a deity who could talk or listen, what bargain would one strike to reverse time and change the result?
