WHOISSIT!
A hard week this week. Thursday was my neighbour Janet’s funeral. I was privileged to be asked to say some words at the church. My personal thoughts and memories of Janet. This is what I said. There were other things that I could have said. However I would have shot myself probably breaking down into a blubbering wreck if I had tried them . These words were hard enough. One day I may tell you about the other things when the emotions have settled. This is what I said : WHOISSIT! The DRIVER your MAJESTY… Buried in those 3 words is a collection of fond memories of Janet I have known Janet and John for the best part of 34 years. My earliest recollection of Janet was seeing her shooting everywhere on her pink scooter! I often spoke with John over the garden fence but with Janet much less so. But when the opportunity was there, a nice hello would easily be replied to. So how do frie...