Wish I could. Raise a glass to her for me, Kevin. Always hoped we three would do this again together in some pub or other.

Ironic that the person probably more deserving (if that's the right word) than any of being able to attend her memorial service won't now manage to. Maybe if Chris and I are ever in the London area at the same time (about as likely as the Transit of Venus, I suppose) we can round up Kevin and anyone else who's interested, and gather for a drink in her name. Something to think about anyway.

The Dianthus flowers I wrote about earlier are still blooming.