Siri Wigdel

Day 8 was Monday, and lots happened, including saying goodbye to sister, taking her back to the airport, for her to get home to Oslo after a weekend of heroic packing. I decided to hang on to my Lise doll from my childhood, with a view to giving it to a future grandchild one day, even though it may scare them. She comes complete with a bag of handknitted clothes. Also the famous school recorder which I have forgotten to play, along with Ingrid Bergman’s autobiography which I have read countless times. Much better than the film/documentary of her life, released last year, which Mr.Jones and I saw in Chichester last August. We are so pleased that mor has managed to buy a flat large enough to house the piano. We have enjoyed Mr.Jones’s jazzy renditions of ‘She’ on it in between the packing.