Saturday

Yesterday was wet. There was rain on my head and tears on my cheeks because the friends and family of Kay had to say goodbye. Today the tears are on my keyboard; my mind is in a cursed loop of cliches.

Happily, following the service, I walked during a window of sunshine to John and Bunny's house for dinner. And the guest of honour was their lovely niece, Kate whom I love so it was Kay and Kate day.

I passed the plaque below on the walk in a kind of memorial garden along Ambleside sports park in West Vancouver. I don't know who the hell Heidi Macrae is, but I know who George Bernard Shaw is—he is the uncredited author of the phrase.