A bad week

As I said in my last entry, I had a great day in London on Saturday with Chloe. On Monday I had a call from my sister in Canada to tell me that my brother George had died in the night. Apparently he went to bed on Easter night and never woke up. He had some minor health problems but nothing urgent so it was a huge shock for all of us. Because of my imminent trip to South Africa, I did not feel that I could go to the funeral in Toronto. Luckily, Daniel is going so he will represent the family. If you look at Jane's blog (chairitable), she has a couple of pictures of George when he was much younger. The one of him running down the road was taken at Malcolm's and my wedding in 1971. God we're old. It is a very sad business to lose a brother. He is the first of our generation to go.