Hello, thank you for calling in. I haven't been around much recently and yesterday saw the culmination of a long and very difficult week. The Mathematician rang me first thing in the morning. "I had a dream that Grandad died! Just tell me," she said. "Don't be silly," I replied, laughing, "You're all right. Now turn off your 'phone and go and take your exam." I felt terrible and wondered if she would forgive me when, later that day, I would tell her that I had lied.
In the afternoon, The Teacher, the Best Beloved and I went to the Long Mynd, up, up, up to the top to leave the weight of our grief behind for a while and lose ourselves in the vastness of the sky.
As the rainclouds rolled in and we made a dash for the car, The Teacher stopped and pointed towards the faint colours of a rainbow which was touching the horizon. "Look," she said, "It's Grandad. He's come to say goodbye."
Love, Mrs Tiggywinkle x
