Firstly we attended the funeral of my aunt. She was 105 and so in cricketing parlance she had a good innings, but it's always sad when you lose somebody, however old they are because the memories come flooding back.
Stupid things like a caravan rally I went to as a child with my aunt and uncle at Guist in Norfolk, the Scottish friends not surprisingly called the Macs, whom I really liked, the caravan at Northrepps, their Robin Reliant car because my uncle wouldn't learn to drive one with four wheels and he had a motor bike licence which allowed him to drive the three-wheeled Robins, going in the sidecar on his motorbike (not an experience I would want to repeat) and much more.
Secondly we heard that a friend Jean Larner has died. Jean had been ill for sometime but I remember her well as a friendly and helpful person who was a cornerstone for so many years of Hethersett Methodist Church.
I remember when our youngest son Matthew was born in 1984, Jean looked after our other son whilst I went to the hospital for the birth. I believe we got her up in the middle of the night for that. There were also lots of social occasions over the years which Jean and her husband Brian were part of.
I also remember well their children - Katie, Liz and Jonathan. John in particular for his various rock groups including Johnny and the Hurricanes (I might have got that wrong but it was Johnny and the Somethings) which morphed into a band called Hartsett which was a mix of the name of our village and then the 12th Century Drawing Machine. Never knew where that name came from. Those boys could rock though.
So sadness all round, tempered only by a visit to see the Hethersett Rainbows' Group in the afternoon to do a feature and take pictures for my Hethersett Herald magazine. Some well behaved young ladies who are a credit to our village which is more than can be said for the yobs that have now virtually completely destroyed the table tennis table on the Memorial Playing Field. I popped over to take a photograph of the latest damage and the table is now beyond repair. Last time I got into trouble for pointing out that the damage had been caused by yobs. It was pointed out quite forcibly by a few that the damage could have been caused by accident. Take a look at the latest damage and tell me that I'm wrong.
Today's photographs are of the Rainbows, the damaged table and a few personal shots of my grandmother (Florence Steward nee Payne) and grandfather Arthur Steward.