I`ve been `on the road` again, to Cirencester for the funeral of my dear old friend Jean.Dickinson, a friendship that has lasted for over fifty years. It was a right good do. One becomes a connosisseur of the funeral at my age. It was in the huge and beautiful Parish Church with some wonderful music and poetry The Wake was in the church too, which is a good idea for all the oldies like me who were there. There were friends from all through her life, many I had heard of but never met, which was very poignant. I have been having vivid dreams about Jean for the last couple of weeks and she is just as she used to be before the wretched Alzheimers took hold which is so comforting.
On the way back, I called in at my dear Russian/Cornish friends in Winchester with their five children, two of whom were born at the Quaker Meeting House where I lived before i came to Ditchling. The children speak perfect Russian as well as English. I find this amazing.
i`m off to the Infants this afternoon. Another whole lot of new names to learn. I had two Rubies, one Hope and an Otis in my reading group last week. All the children and staff use first names only at the school, so I am called Vick.