Visiting ye olde villiage fete's and riding on this cute old steam roller!
So imagine my surprise to come back to my poor father in hospital. I really believe that somethings happen for a reason - this was one of those times. Whilst visiting my father I noticed a man in another bed. He looked so familiar yet really ill, the name above his head was too. It dawned on me that he was a really old friend that I had not seen properly for at least 15 years. He was really ill so I contacted a couple of old friends to query it and update, not knowing what to do in that situation. I decided to write a letter to his mum, she seemed to be his only visitor. Well, basically, my old friends all contacted each other, but it was too late. He died lonely. We all went to his funeral, so weird seeing all these old friends and in such a sad way.
But what I meant about things happening for a reason, if my father had not been there in hospital, I would have not seen Barry and he would have had hardly anyone at his funeral. I hope we were there for his mother at the time she needed us and we all remembered Barry in a happier times.
Its good to be back, but its a time of sewing a plenty, Christmas is but a sniff away!