On Saturday evening, we went out to an Italian place, which served the most magnificent parma ham and pepper steak.
Sunday morning saw me at church again, the church where I was baptised, confirmed and married. Most of the people from my generation have left.
After the service, mum, cousin Alison and in-laws Don and Betty dined at the Three Stags. They do a fine mixed grill! Sunday evening, mostly talking to mum and a friend who phoned. It's hard to leave when the reason for the trip was my father's death and funeral, but by now I am an Manchester Airport, waiting for the flight to London.