hen discussing death over an intimate candle-lit dinner with a former future-ex who said she’d like her ashes scattered on the River Blackwater I got my diary out and said: “I’m free on the 20th.” Turns out this was the wrong thing to say – I only made it to the 18th. She’s still going strong, I hasten to add, but it got me thinking, so I went down to the Queen’s Head, where most
