It was John's funeral today, a bright, sunny June afternoon. A small group of immediate family gathered to say farewell to a husband, father and grandfather. Polly read the reading, I read the eulogy and the vicar said vicary things. As the curtains closed around the coffin both Polly and I thought, John would have really liked those. Very smooth. He would have had a quick peek at the mechanism and maybe fiddled with a screwdriver. It's funny what goes through your mind at times like these.