Blog posts have been a bit flimsy for the last month as we've been preoccupied with my Mother who has been seriously ill under what was described as palliative care in hospital. She died last Thursday and her funeral service is today.
It's the end of the World for any number of reasons. After 88 years, from Clydebank to Kent, we've all lost one of our true characters. My brother and I have lost someone to tell us off and "worry" about us. She was a good egg.
We are sending her off right at this moment to this:
A Happy Christmas to you and yours - I'm back to normal service in January.