Today was a quiet and contemplative day.  I woke just before 7am this morning and thought of my family in Lincolnshire where it was 11am, at the crematorium and, in my head, sang the hymn that I knew they would all be singing together to bid farewell to my Mummy.  We took a taxi to the only church on Mustique, a sweet little modern, non denominational building and sat and reflected on my lovely, kind, fun loving, cuddly Mummy, quietly saying prayers and singing in my head along to the hymns and prayers that were taking place at the same time at Carlton Scroop, the little church in Lincolnshire just down the road from where Mummy has been living for her twilight years under the wing and care of the Red House.  As my Mummy always said to me at every parting, Goodbye darling, God Bless.