Muriel Gore (1914-2015), in memoriam. -- My wife's grandmother died today. She was a wonderfully energetic person, almost to the very end. She still lived on her own, in a big house, when she was ninety-eight. She buried her husband, her only daughter and my wife's father, all well before their time. But she always soldiered on, and in a positive spirit. Muriel lived in Luton and I warmly remember the Sunday drives from Cambridge across East Anglia to see her. We got on fine, though the fact that I was brought up a Catholic always seemed a little suspicious to her. (Not to speak of the fact that I was German.) -- I'll miss her.