Poor John

We've known him for several years and he has been suffering from ill health during the last three or so. He died on Monday morning all alone.

He was a pilot in the RAF, had a Garden Centre at some point and was the most opinionated man I've ever known. Nothing ever suited him but we all banded together to care for him in our own way until the end.

His family managed to get flights here on Tuesday and the cremation was carried out today. We hired a mini-bus and set off to Santa Cruz. A very tasteful service and I was almost in tears when his young grandson made his speech.

We will all miss him.

The Weekend

We had a red storm warning on Friday evening which was a bit worrying and I thought it was prudent to clear the stuff of the balcony just in case. Having seen the devestation in Madeira last week I wasn't sure what might occur. Thankfully, nothing much happened apart from fairly strong winds over the weekend.

It didn't manage to hamper the television signal and I've watched or half watched loads of stuff including the final of the Carling Cup. ManU managed to jammie their way to a win yet again. Rugby is a different matter. I saw Ireland beat England yesterday but didn't understand half of it. At least with football you can see the ball!!

Muriel was telling me today that our new Lidl store has Singer sewing machines on offer this week. Mine was bought in Malta in 1974 and it's motor packed in a couple of years ago. I've been using Caron's for my mending but it would be good to have my own again. I'm going to check them out on Tuesday.

We had roast lamb for dinner and I'm still stuffed............time for bed I think!