9th February 2021


I heard an engine of a long haul flight go over last night, as the sound vanished into the distance I wondered if it was coming or going from Heathrow airport.  There was white stuff all over the pavement this morning which I couldn't understand until I had to go out to the Human Henge meeting; it was snowing slightly so just as well I had my Russian hat on.

Many funeral parlours have a huge backlog in burying  Covid victims, one has waited up to two months and beyond to get her father buried.

I know mums worried and so am I, I'm hoping to get some help from Age Concern.  Dad says he's going to show me photo's from their wedding in 1968.  Time passes by so fast, it seems like only yesterday that we were at all together at Clifton Road.  

Most of the people at my parent's wedding are now dead and soon I'll be on my own, St Paul's church is still there.  Aunt Kitt, Aunt Maria, gran and grandad, great aunt Francis, they are all gone now but I'll see them again.



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