Recently I was looking for one of the “ancient rellies” and managed to find her in the parish records of Allhallows in Kent – baptised in 1908. When I looked at the other people on the page, whose should be the next baptism after hers but my mother’s! Of course I knew Mum was born and baptised in Allhallows, but I suddenly realised how long ago that was and that Mum was indeed “an ancient relly” – and in fact, at nearly 76, I am rapidly heading that way myself. Talk about intimations of mortality!