First Friday…

… back at choir tonight. At least one member missing. What a lovely surprise to be given a medley of songs by Rogers and Hammerstein dedicated to the memory of Iris Williams. She’d have loved singing these songs!
Tonight I came straight home afterwards. No tea and doughnuts for me anymore.

This afternoon Sam, Paul and I cleaned the fridge, vacuumed the carpet, wiped the skirting and then closed the door for the last time, handing over the keys as we left.

It is only a room now. No longer a home. Iris made it a home. Many happy memories and we left smiling, treasuring those memories. Wonderful.