Another Slice of Bulgarian Life...

Today is one year since my father-in-law popped his clogs and I'm sitting in the graveyard of the village where he and his wife spent their last years, in our house. It's sunny and I'm sharing a bench with our old neighbour, with whom F-i-L had a love-hate relationship, reminiscing and generally chewing the fat. As usual, I had a stroll around the graveyard, which is packed to the gunwhales with not a square centimetre of space; a stroll invariably involves trampling a host of last resting places. I've just indulged in my own graveyard ritual: everyone thinks I'm admiring the headstones but in actual fact I've just been chuckling to myself as I count how many of them feature the clearly over-optimistic name "Lazar"...😎