My granny died at the weekend. She’d been ill, so it wasn’t a huge shock and in fact, all things considered, I thought the weekend was rather nice. One of my brothers had made the trek up from thatLondon to be with us all, which is always good fun – I don’t see either of the southern contingent nearly often enough.
So I was a bit surprised when I got a tip off from my mum to read my brother’s blog entry for the weekend. Looks like he’s had the worst weekend known to man.