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On the run into Stafford from Great Haywood we pass the crematorium / burial ground. At the entrance to the attractive grounds it has a florist cum tea-room – understandable in the circumstances, but they sometimes seem to be touting for passing trade (the floristic tea-room, I should explain, not the crematorium). Rather stranger is that they are currently advertising an Open Day. We've been wondering exactly what it is that will be open. And if it's by divine initiative of which the crem has somehow received prior intimation then we'd better get ready – and not just for the imminent arrival of Elissa and Sam from Oslo.