A blustery wintery November day.
Sean is coming back from Edinburgh this evening and he will take me to June’s funeral tomorrow.
My mother, Josie, arrived back from South Africa this morning, and is a bit jet lagged.
Yesterday I went to take the Memorial leaflets up to Carole L’s and on the way I saw Carole A clearing out June’s house. She told me a marvellously wonderful story. It is too private to put on the Internet, but it was amazing. She and her family deserve to be overtaken by blessings and swamped by them. Whenever I feel cynical about humanity, I will remember that story.
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