August 14 2014

Hissing of Summer Lawns? Hot August Night? Maybe not

A strange summer in Norfolk. Strange in that it feels like the end of an era. Perhaps every year is the end of something or other but this year? Bereavements and break-ups, good weather and bad. The girls growing so quickly and my role as "dad" becomes a wee bit redundant until meal times and lifts. Jen will be off to Uni this time next year, Rosie goes up to High School in 3 weeks. Time moves so fast - nights drawing in and I almost contemplated lighting a fire this evening.

Hoping for a return to some hot sunny weather before school starts up again. I booked today off in the hope that I/we could have at least one day on Wells Beach but a cool wet day brought little more than a kite flight, putting contest and shrimping.  

August 5th 2014

Jings

Nothing written/spoken to the blogg since March

We'll in truth there's been good cause for that.

April 2nd was the day my Dad died. An awfully sad time in my (our) lives. His decline over the last few days was rapid. Billy was at his bedside at the end and Graham and I spent a few hours with him the evening before. We could tell he was slipping away a day or so before but fully expected to have him with us for a while longer. As you can imagine, it's been very difficult for a Sue to come to terms with it all but she is holding up well now. 

One of my last memories of my time with him will be that, even in a dire state of sickness, he tapped out the Pakistani National Anthem when it was played at the start of a cricket match we were watching on TV. Maybe a parting gesture to the land of his birth.

I'll post more of the comings and goings of life in a small North Norfolk village since Spring sprung on another day, though to continue with the rather sad theme of this post, I am going to be at the funeral of our Valerie tomorrow. Debsie's Dads wife of 30+ years sadly lost her battle last week having managed to spend a week holidaying near us in Holt. To hear she had passed away so soon after seeing her at Langham Street Fair was a shock to us all. 

That's enough sad tales for 1 year. Hoping for happier times to write about soon

Jez