A la recherche de la balle perdue

DG leaves at 9 and I go up to do some NZ work. Mrs Ottawacker still at work.

Eight degrees – still no snow. Pick up Mrs Ottawacker from work.

Learn suddenly, late in the day, that Jean has died. There was a slight issue during her operation, and that was it. I’m a little bit in shock, as it wasn’t really expected (even though she was 94). Very sad. She was a lovely, lovely woman, and even though we didn’t see her anywhere near as much as we could have, her presence was everywhere. Ottawacker Jr was only at the theatre with her last week.