Sue was spending most of her mornings with Dorothy.

“I have been getting her to tell me about herself, her childhood, her marriage, above all her daughter, and the things they did together,” said Sue.

“She is sad about her husband too. One day she told me about the last really nice time they had to together when Chloe was about sixteen and they took the little caravan and went down the south Devon coast, going from one site to another.

That was such a happy time for her. She cried nearly the whole morning that day, thinking of it.”

And it had been a total shock when her husband told her that he had fallen in love with the Pilates teacher at the health club he managed – not Derek’s health club, another one.

“I’ve got one idea though”, Sue said. “She told me she had quite a good singing voice, but she gave it up. If she got into that again, perhaps she could join a choir or a glee club, maybe find new friends.”

“We could get her singing lessons, get the teacher out to her house before she feels ready to go out.”

I thought that was a really good idea. So we went to the music school, which is above some shops in the high street of the town and talked to them. They suggested a teacher called Will Laidlaw and we met him and liked him and asked if he would do it and he said he would.

I was pleased about that.

Today there was a memorial service for Jacintha Saldanha, the nurse who hanged herself after putting the Australian hoax callers through to Kate Middleton’s maternity ward at the King Edward VII hospital in London.

Twenty children and six teachers were shot at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut. I have just finished reading the profiles of the victims on the CNN website.

I am sure the killer, Adam Lanza,  had some mental problem. Maybe even a brain tumour. Think of Charles Whitman and the tumour the size of a pecan, pressing on his amygdala.

Without gun control how can you stop this happening from time to time?