Life goes on but I feel a bit sandbagged today. Discovered last week that a friend had passed away after a very long illness. His funeral was yesterday, in the next village, and very special. Lovely church on a small hill with a view across the dale. Our friend was accompanied from his home to the church by his neighbour in full highland dress playing the bagpipes and preceeding the hearse. His family followed en masse. As the car turned the corner from the main village street into the leafy lane to the church, the piper played Going Home (from Dvorak's 9th symphony 'From the New World') until the entrance to the churchyard when he launched into Mull of Kintyre. He piped the coffin into church and those of us standing outside then heard the faint strains of La Marseillaise....just the first few bars.......That was when I cracked and had a little sob with a huge grin on my face because anyone who knew the man would be aware of his great love for all things Francais!
Ah! It was a wonderful send-off!
On Sunday, we also lost our little Border Terrier, Penny. She had an epileptic seizure in the morning and another a few hours later. We found a vet with a surgery on Sunday (ours doesn't and there's a huge surcharge for a Sunday emergency), rang them and they told us to go immediately. I'll spare the details. Just say it was a bad day on Sunday here.
I found a couple of pics of Penny which i put on faceborg (still can't get to grips with posting pics here - the PC gives up).
So, just one shubunkin left now...and it was looking a bit seedy yesterday