Yesterday, I attended the funeral of a great Bedfordshire man, David Woodward.
David dedicated his life to the service of his local community and the Conservative party.
A local Farmer and Market Gardner, he held just about every local office possible and carried MP after MP on his shoulders, win after win.
I last saw David at a Mid Beds dinner which will live in my memory.
As Theresa Villiers came to the end of her post dinner speech, the guest who was sat to my right slumped over the table and turned a ghastly shade of grey.
At the same moment, a guest on another table did exactly the same thing.
How many times have I told Theresa she needs to work on her delivery?
I and a couple of very handy wonderful doctors looked after my dinner patient and David and Pippa took care of the casualty on his - someone else dialled 999.
It’s the only dinner I've ever attended where the Para Medics got a louder round of applause than the speaker.
I wish I'd spoken to David more. His eulogy spoke of an era of politics which was once the order of the day - one of fun, trust, hard work and selfless dedication.
Rest in Peace David.