Everything was as it always had been. The old armchair, the down-filled tapestry cushions, the Anglepoise lamp and magnifying glass (the one we used out in the sunshine to burn holes in old envelopes). A half finished crossword. A rickety card table with an almost completed jigsaw.

There was nothing stand-out special about this brick and tile home. But its resident, Auntie Elsie, was a wonderful person, a loved Auntie to