Monday 15th. April

Steve here tonight, doing the blog for a change.

Jill and I went to Church this afternoon for the memorial service for Anne Perchard, or Mrs. P as she was always known in our house. It was a great service, which was only fitting for a great lady, and quite rightly attended by many hundreds from all over the Island and further afield. I know that Jill and I will miss her, especially at Church, where she was ever present in the choir every time we attended. I also know that she was an inspiration to both Jill and I over the last twelve months, and Anne was always there offering support to Jill during her treatment. It's true that you don't miss things until they aren't there any more, and this will be so true with Mrs. P, as I know that we will all miss her so very much. Our very deepest sympathy goes to all her family. At times like this I always try to focus on the best memories, and for me I will always remember an afternoon spent with Anne and Derek (and the dog) in the kitchen at La Ferme when I was campaigning for Deputy. We were not all agreed on who should vote for who, and where priorities should lie, and indeed, who might be the best candidate,  but none of that mattered. We just had a really good "chat" in the very best sense of the word, and, after "discussing" just about every subject under the sun, but mainly the Parish and politics, I left much the wiser. We may not have solved any major issues that afternoon, but I remember it because (as ever) of the way I was welcomed there, as I and so many others have always been over the decades. The door was always open. We're all honoured to have known Mrs. P, and to be able to call her one of our friends.