Generally I don’t like meetings unexpectedly suggested at short notice, but in the end I liked this one. My sister’s in a spa some 25 miles away now (she’d contrived rheumatoid arthritis), so she came over on last Sunday’s morning to sightsee this town and after work I joined her. We went to a restaurant garden and for maybe a couple of hours had a pleasant relaxed chat with no discordant tones. I didn’t bother her with too much talk about the Kingdom, she didn’t bother me with too much talk about the Republic; we mostly reminisced and talked about literature. But then our meetings usually turn out like that. We are close enough without being too close: most of the time we go our separate ways, but when we do meet (every several years or so), we know how to make the occasion enjoyable for both of us.