My Uncle Paul has died, so we have a family funeral to attend this week. It will be in London. I was hoping for no funerals this year, only weddings, but for the moment 'death reigns as king over us', and so there is no knowing. Captain B ordered the flowers this morning and also the train tickets.
Aunt Jo (Paul's widow) is in just about the earliest photo of me - her and my mother (school friends from their Convent Days) - both looking so young - and me with wispy blonde curls.
Who knows where the time goes?