Last week saw the departure of Judi and the return of Ben to school – and of course it was St Georges Day. Our only real involvement with St George’s Day was on Sunday to deliver Ben to Wimbledon Common in the pouring rain for a Scout parade and then navigate our way to the service at the end in the shelter of the car.
The day before had been much more exciting Paul and I went off to my old school (Riddlesdown in Purley) for their 50th birthday celebrations. I expected to see lots of old chums, but instead bumped in to Aunty Alex (several times) and the only other person who had bothered to turn up from our year – Bob Cremer. Had a brief chat with Bob and promised to keep in touch by email. It was nice to see Bob and left him hoping I looked in as good a health as he did. Bob had some very sad news, but I was uplifted by his remarkable courage, gratitude and optimism.