By the time I'd arrived back in Leeds yesterday my grandmother was in a very bad way. At that age a major five-hour operation was too much even for her, and she passed away peacefully late last night. I'll be down here another couple of days and the funeral's scheduled for a week on Tuesday.
I'm not really able to write much else without lapsing into Hallmark-card cliches. Rest in peace Nan Clarkson 1914-2007.