1. "That's recognisably The Wheels on the Bus," says my normally very quiet uncle, listening to Alec singing to himself.
2. The glossy deep red of my mother's cinnamon and raspberry tart.
3. My cousin's boyfriend doodling around on the piano in the lazy hour after a very large lunch. Dribs and drabs and fragments of Alec's favourite songs curl around the room like cigar smoke, twisting under the boyfriend's fingers as he plays with the themes. (My aunt has posted a picture of Alec jamming along on her blog).
