No black socks

Today was the funeral of our dear friend Tim. It was his wish that the men didn't wear black socks and wore the brightest possible. Mr H went out and bought these specially for the occasion.

We've had a very emotional day, but I have seen people I haven't seen in years and it was lovely to catch up.

But a certain trombone player's rendition of Bring Him Home will live with me for ever! Just speechless.

Tim : we'll miss you, and I promise Mr H will only wear black socks when he has to