He hesitated, looking back into the past. His smile fading and then re-assembling itself in a slightly wistful form. "Actually, it was my mother. Shortly before she died I asked her over to the flat I was staying in. She was London visiting friends and I was there for an extended work stay. I overcooked the veal and she criticized everything she could think of. But she looked as beautiful as she always did and..." He paused. "I played piano for her and that was the one thing she didn't find fault with... so, all in all, it was a nice night!"
Ed put his plate down and picked up his coffee. "That really was a long time ago..." he finished, struggling to find a way to wrap up the thread of his thoughts.