News had reached me of two of Dibley's folk who have died this week.

R was just a few years older than me, a generous, warm-hearted person who would help anyone, snatched away by a particularly aggressive and rare cancer.

C was in his nineties, a slightly crusty Gideon with a rare twinkle in his eye, and a heart of gold, who had evidently felt a little unwell the last few days.

Heaven is a brighter place/entity now, but 'my' fragile little former flock a little more fragile.  So tonight I weep with them.