Until the time I find a much better picture of Eileen, this will have to do. From left to right, there's Rupert, and over Rupert's shoulder is his wife, Sandy, then comes Mark Stanshall, then Ki, then Eileen, then Silky. Vivian dearly loved his old mum, called her every Sunday his whole adult life. Then held the phone away from his ear as she talked and talked as old mum's do, occasionally saying something to reassure her he was listening. Vivian never needed to listen to her tales of salads and tea and his father and dusting and knitting - he just wanted to know she was there, at the end of the line, and for her to know that he was there - at the end of the line.

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