[MargaretR]

A few weeks ago, as a result of a misread obituary, my fellow bingoers at Accy Empire thought I was dead. It happened to coincide with a week when I was housebound with that dental abcess which stopped me going to the last but one meet.
When I walked in the bingo (not knowing about the false rumour) several people looked up and turned white. Then the manager came to me and explained that they were about to have a collection for a wreath.
I was made a fuss of by people I only know by first name only, and approached by people who I dont even know the names of, saying they were glad that I was alive.
I was very moved by the feelings expressed by people who I had only considered to be aquaintances.
That is the sort of community spirit that gladdens the heart,