This afternoon I visited Ms W, who lives in a care home. I've got her a few plums from my garden and she's had the polite one. I've noticed she is not keen on fresh fruit, but she's a self confessed chocoholic. Who doesn't like chocolate anyway?!... As we were chatting, we heard the church bells ringing. I asked what that meant and she told me it must have been a wedding. And so we drifted down the memory lane, she reminisced about the times of her sisters weddings, when she was a bridesmaid. Such lovely memories!