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One of the teachers died on Friday. Heart attack.
Male teacher, private man, but one who had taken time out to thank me for the cakes I left in the staffroom (he was in Key Stage Two so we didn't really share a break) and also complimented me on my weightloss.
I just didn't realise when I got to a certain age that people would start dying around me.
That was something that happened to Mum's friends. I've been asked not to mention it online because school is out and they want to let his class know in person. He also had a distinctive name. Sorry I can't do better as a eulogy, Mr W.
They come to collect Dad's car today.
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