My Dad taught me to whistle. He would whistle as he went off to work on his bike. I have an abiding memory of him cycling off up the road going to work one morning, the glowing tip of his cigarette the only thing visible, until he disappeared into the darkness.
I still whistle, but live with a superstitious man who thinks ladies shouldn't whistle.
Swimming pool was more like a talking pool!
Good Morning Thursday 25th June 2026
Lest we forget what we have just lost ....



