I heard this morning that my aunt Isabel died yesterday, aged 91. As I thought a bit about her today, I realised I had more memories of her than at first I thought. She got me my first little part-time job; gardening for her friend at 25p an hour (not a lot even then!). She used to zip around on a moped which, when she got too old, she gave to me. I drove that thing from London to Oxford more than once to get to College. It was only when it finally chugged to a halt and I bought a new moped that I realised quite how ancient, heavy and unwieldy it was. Goodness knows how she managed to use it for so long. And then there was Isabel's music box which was gifted to me in her Will (or to Dave or Andy - my two brothers - depending on whose story you believe!). Isabel worked for a variety of charities and missions during her long life. Sadly her last years were beset by dementia, and so it's with mixed feelings that I heard the news today.
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