Sorry folks, haven’t been doing much blogging this week. I’ve had a lot of comments on this and other sites suggesting I was hacked off about the sports results that went against England/UK last weekend. Perhaps I was sulking, it was suggested. Well I admit I was disappointed but the fact is C’s mum Isobel passed away last Saturday evening after a difficult period of illness. C had to drive home alone form Lancaster the night of the RWC final, the result of which, you know, kind of faded into insignificance.

This is just a short posting to say a few words about Isobel who was a lovely, brave and decent lady and very good friend as well as mum-in-law to me for the last 34 years. She welcomed me into her family from the first night C took me to see her folks. She made me feel comfortable, fed me many times, helped us when times were a little difficult, always showed the greatest love and affection for her grand-children and more recently her great-grand-children. We were delighted that she was able to see G (named after her late husband) a couple of months ago, the last time she went out with us for a meal. Isobel was one of those women who provide the backbone in her family, always there solidly in the background, working away without fuss, like an unsung hero. She was generous and warm and fiercely loyal and proud of her northern roots.

I will miss her enormously but feel relieved that she is no longer hurting and unwell. It was always good to see her and I think we were able to lighten her mood just a little over the last spell in hospital. But in recent weeks she was noticeably fading and the outcome was hard for us all. Most of all C of course (and her sister and brother) who has spent every spare minute traipsing up and down that bloody M6 to spend as much time as possible with her mum. One more journey on Monday to say a final farewell. To Isobel, a true rock.


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Having decided on a change of life by moving home from the UK to Italy, this is the story and thoughts of a man on a personal journey from the Blackpool Tower to the Leaning Tower of Pisa, in search of la dolce vita. After several olive harvests he's now back in London but en route he shares his very personal perspectives on life.

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