I went to the funeral of my cousin-by-marriage, Jane de Falbe, who took me up as a child, inviting me to stay in their house in Hertfordshire, and remained a great, if occasionally, as even the funeral service acknowledged, slightly scatty friend into her old age. Born 6th. October 1927, educated at Downe House and Lady Margaret Hall, where she read Russian and French. I remember her saying that her parents were upset that she went to live in Chelsea, which they regarded as too raff-ish for someone like her. We sung a hymn by John Marriott, a poet and hymnologist, who must have been an ancestor of hers:-