Last week I wrote to you with the sad news that my friend and partner-in-writing (as she called me and as I shall now adopt), Wendy Mitchell had died.
I told you, my trusted subscribers, that I just didn’t have any words, which is of course unusual for me what with them being my stock-in-trade.
But I needed to come up with some especially as I was inundated with requests from media to talk about Wendy. Last summer, when our final book, One Last Thing was published in hardback The Guardian newspaper had written to me asking if, when the time came, I would be willing to write an obituary for Wendy.
They had one rule: no emotion, and I wondered how I would ever be able to write about my friend without emotion. It seemed an impossible task.
After Wendy’s death was announced (by her, you can catch up on that post here), the inevitable email arrived from The Guardian, so on Saturday afternoon I read their guidelines for writing obituaries, took a deep breath, and started. How could I summar…