We were deeply saddened to lose founder member Sybil Amor in March 2014.   A former teacher, she wrote this splendid little poem in January:



Like that ship sailing over the horizon

(and that beastly little pencil that fell behind the radiator)

I can’t be seen

But I am there

So those who say ‘sat’ instead of sitting

Or aspirate their aitches

Or abuse the apostrophe

Be warned!