You'd think that planning a small family get-together would be easy. Most of us don't live in the same areas and we all have busy schedules. Some are available some days but not on others, and each person's timetable has little correspondence to anyone else's. Consequently I'm still trying to get people to settle on a meeting date, even. Our get-together celebrates two forthcoming birthdays - Mum's 83rd and Vikkey's 25th - and also the news that Vikkey and Peter are expecting their first child. Just don't address me as Great-Aunt Adele. I have no objection to being ancient, (or, more accurately, ageless), being the dyed-in-the-wool Immortalist that I am. It's just that it doesn't seem too long ago since little Victoria was gurgling happily while daubing paints and obsessing about Roland Rat. His name was her first words - though she said something more like 'Woland Wat', and would squeal with delight whenever his maniacal grey