The first from the Chairman of the local council to tell me of the death of one of their members. He had put into the latest issue of the magazine a short piece saying that Councillor XXX was in hospital and wishing him a speedy recovery.
The second call was from the printer telling me that the magazine is printed and awaiting collection from his shop.
The third call was from me to the new widow explaining that I cannot now stop a magazine wishing her dead husband a speedy recover from being delivered to every home in two villages.
She was very gracious about it.
I feel rotten. I also liked the old bugger.
Don't even ask BM .... publication of his name in my little magazine does not qualify him the status of celebrity (and anyway we already have someone of his age on the list)
