The Record

The Mission Record sent an example of Willy's column to me by e-mail and they did a great job. I needed it to be right and it was and I feel more settled down because of it. I know many Missionites will be glad to know what happened to the "fellow who was always on his bike".
I can be anywhere locally and a stranger will ask what is he doing and where is he.


Hoping to hear from the funeral home tomorrow so I can collect the ashes. After I have spread them I can take a deep breath and begin my widow's life.


Did you know that whenever I said I was a divorced woman, I experienced a look of disgust from some other older women? Even in this age.
I remember too, when I lived in the apartment building where I met Willy. He lived upstairs and I lived downstairs. When we started to sleep together, I'd take up two wine glasses at night and before we went to bed we'd quaff down some wine.
One morning I was coming out of his apartment holding the wine glasses and met a prim resident lady on the stairs. I wish you could have seen the look on her face - It was as if I was the lowest of individuals. I wouldn't be surprised if she had reported me to the Strata council!!!!


This afternoon Carrington had a birthday party for quite a few residents who were born during the month of April and so many turned up to celebrate. The "Nine Lives" entertained with a key board and choir and played the lovely old songs. There was birthday cake and tea or coffee.
My friend Norma celebrated her birthday - NINETY-SIX years young and looking lovely. My billiard coach was there but I didn't see John, who lives next door to me. I tried to find the card I'd put away for him - something about Viagra on it - but I couldn't see it. It'll turn up when I least expect it.


Tonight my friend has put all the disabled clothes I got for Willy in her car to take to MCC. They said people ask for that sort of thing so I'm pleased. Another thing done.


Brenda found something on the Internet which showed the city where I worked in England. A strange ring shape appeared in the sky over Warwick Castle and no one could figure out what it was.
 I worked as a typist in Queen Anne's bedroom there during the war. Today Madame Tussuad's has taken over the castle and replicated the staff and people of that time with wax figures.
My boss chased me up a stone turret which made me scared until I batted at him with my fist and he let me escape.
signed no one chases me now - Doris