Sunday, 23 August 2009

Of Vicars and Tarts

Read this.......and have a box of tissues at the ready. I used to work at that "south London primary care trust" and remember the day that Sonja came into that meeting. I didn't know the full story at the time and it wasn't until much later (much, much later) that I even heard even the smallest snippet of information that was filed in my memory bank under "miscellaneous".

I was read this article over the phone by one of my colleagues this evening and boy, does it put things into perspective.

3 comments:

Potty Mummy said...

Wow. Just - wow. What a woman and what a family. Thanks for drawing my attention to it.

aims said...

What courage and strength.

dulwich divorcee said...

An amazing tale. I shall try not to whinge from now on! (I said try)

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