This was a sad day as it was dominated by Andrew's wife Rosemary's funeral.
The service was lovely, with a reading from 'Midsummer', by Annie O'Garra Worsley, and 'An Evening Hour' by Pearlyn, all interspersed with lovely music.
Goodbye, Rosemary, you leave us with fond memories.
The willow trees in de Quincy Park were weeping.
The study carpet is down, some files have been shelved, and I've managed by some miracle to reassemble the desk. But that's enough for one day, the computer is still languishing in a bedroom ..... resting.