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Today, Jackie drove us to Frances’s home in Wroughton, near Swindon and back.
We sat and talked in her garden, where
her trug and its contents had clearly been put to good use.
Prospect Hospice where Chris died two years ago, has a Bluebell Walk which is undergoing a cleaning process at the moment. This is a paved path funded by the purchase of bricks and stones bearing the names of people who spent there last days in this peaceful final care home.
Our sister-in-law drove us there to show us Chris’s paver. She and the family had gone for the tasteful, simple, option.
Back at The Mountings Frances gave us a welcome lunch of pasties and chips.
Afterwards, in the garden, I watched sparrows on the bird feeders, which tended to become a little crowded.
As in all the best restaurants, it was necessary to queue for a table;
then the more fortunate visitors had one to themselves.
This evening Jackie and I dined on her excellent chilli con carne with rice and peas, followed by vanilla ice cream. I drank more of the Fleurie and Jackie didn’t.