We clapped tonight for Major Tom in our cul de sac, but no one else did. I don’t feel that comfortable with the clapping and certainly don’t like it when a coffin goes past in a hearse after a funeral. Seems an odd thing to do. I think we clapped tonight because we thought our neighbours would, but we were the only ones in the event. I didn’t think the other neighbours - lovely people as most of them are - knew anything about it. We all clapped on a Thursday evening for the NHS in the late spring/summer, but I was relieved when it ended. It felt a little bit meaningless and repetitive in the end. I have every respect for the NHS and Captain Tom, but I thought clapping a bit redundant. RIP Captain Tom. What an absolute trooper. Also, he fought in the Burma Campaign in WWII as my own father did. And to raise £33M for NHS charities - brilliant!