I was saddened to read of the death of a young school student in the Lanark Coach crash.
The crash took place about 40 miles away. Yesterday I was moaning about the weather, and my journey to the airport. I got home safely, but it seems that not everyone did.
One of Mrs Weasel's school chums died in a continental coach crash 25 years ago. She would have probably been married and had kids by now. She might have been happy or not, but she never had the chance. She is remembered as a young girl, and even today, there are teachers still at the school who remember the tragedy. I am sorry and sad. What else can one say?