The More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same

So oddly enough in my last post (from last year no less!) I said I had contracted to have my father's name engraved on his headstone. (It isn't even his, it is borrowed, that feels awful). So then I also said we were moving soon. We are still in Braintree and my father's name is, as yet, still not engraved. (On the borrowed stone).