Douglas Spencer (dougs) wrote,
Douglas Spencer
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And that's the two of them.

Late last night, I predicted this would happen: Cliff died earlier this morning.

The likelihood is that both funerals will take place when I'm in Devon.
I'd already decided that I wouldn't go to Granny's, because it would cramp my Father's style knowing that I was going to be there, and that's not fair to him. I was going to leave him a clear field.
I'll go to Cliff's. It's not too far, Bideford to Poole. Mother will want to go, so we'll go together. We'll get one day less walking, but who cares -- we can do one extra next year.
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