I enclose my book Romance on the Endeavour and would really welcome your feedback. The day of Dustin Craig’s funeral was also the first of a predicted five-day heatwave, so that it began with a beautifully cool morning and then gradually climbed to the mid-thirties in the early afternoon. Unfortunately this coincided with the funeral, scheduled to begin at two, and resulted in more than the usual number of red faces. I sat with my mother and the Hurleys towards the back of the little chapel, wearing my LBD again, but this time sans jacket. It was too hot to worry about subtlety. Directly in front of me was a remarkable feathered concoction that blocked a great deal of my view, but by ducking a little to my right I could see Beth Craig and her daughters seated at the front. A trio of blonde heads, all focused on a screen by the lectern, just beside the coffin. Perhaps Psycho was on the program. I hadn’t seen Leon since our ‘date’ on Wednesday night, and wasn’t sure that he would be attending today.
