Me too.
(hug) Here's to you Carol and all the people who tried so hard to get you found. Started crying when writing a tribute but due in Welsh class where I had to pull myself together and use unwilling brain cells. Teacher tells us the activity she wants us to do, in Welsh, so we not only have to get our heads round the Welsh sentences, but get our heads around the activity instructions as well.
I was also entertained by the young man (a student, with blue hair) in the class - asked him what he wanted to do with his psychology degree - become a sex therapist apparently. You can't really ask why can you? Was able instead to use the throw away line "My mother was a sex therapist"
(Well done Gally! Bet it was a sight.)
By the time I have been to choir this evening and sung in parts in a variety of foreign languages i really will need a sleep. I will go as I am giving someone a lift. Carol has been on my mind every night for the last week.
Extra hard on bereaved families when they are scattered far and wide I think, and cannot easily come together to mourn. As you know so well gally