Dear B,

I went to the funeral of my dear old history teacher, born in the year that Lloyd George concluded his deal on Ulster. Survivor of forty-nine tours over Germany in Bomber Command and the best part of forty years teaching.

I thought the Minister did a nice thing: He asked us to remember the last time we met him… then to remember when we had met him years before when we had a good time together… to remember him in his prime… that is what he is now.