And in 1934 the King came to Manchester to open said library. Wonder what he made of it? And my dad got this hankie. He was 10. Now that is a lifetime ago. We need more commemorative hankies. So our ancestors can open old biscuit tins and contemplate the past.
There’s been too many deaths of late. I always struggle writing about anything to do with funeral work. Which is strange really, when you think about it. It’s part of life. We should let people know what we want.
This was a happy spring bright and fun number, which reflected the life lived. Isn’t that lovely? I’ve just asked my other half what she would like – the first response was ‘depends what season it is’. Closely followed by ‘it will probably be winter’ and ‘I shall try and die in April/May so I can have camellias and peonies’. So that’s that sorted out.