Monday 5 January 2009

Still Monday.


This photo (which should, I think, be captioned 'The Strongest Girl in The World') shows Lucy, who is ten, holding her sister Sophie, who is nineteen and the senior granddaughter. I think I should explain that Lucy is (without being fat) strongly built and sturdy, whilst Sophie is tall, but very slim, light boned and elegant, so that the picture is not as impossible as it looks.
We woke up this morning to a white world -less than an inch of snow- and the news on the wireless (it was in fact on the TV -sorry) that a lorry had jack knifed near the Black Cat Roundabout on the A1. As we had to get back home, change, and into Ipswich by 1 pm to go to Phillip Woods's funeral, we had to alter our planned route home. We made it nicely in time, and I sang with my old choir, of which Phillip had also been a member - I sung next to him for some years. Phillip was a few weeks short of his 95th birthday. As his widow Phyllis said to me, he had a very long, full, and happy life, so it was more a celebration of his life than mourning his departure from it.
At the moment everywhere is wet and slushy, but it feels as if it is going to freeze hard tonight. Gran has just 'phoned to warn us that the roads and pavements will be treacherous in the morning, and to take great care if going out. Assured her that we don't plan to. Just beginning to realise that it's been a long and full day, so am going to knock off now. Goodnight all.
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