My Dad's funeral and cremation was yesterday and although it was heart-wrenching (especially the music that evoked him so poignantly) it was, I think, a fitting tribute to him.
The two days were however extremely exhausting. Dreadful train journey down to Devon on Thursday on old, smelly, fume-ridden, rattly and noisy carriages. We both felt quite ill when we arrived at Torquay station where there was no buffet and the toilets were padlocked at 4.30pm!
Car journey back was slow and problematical - OH went into atrial fibrillation and was quite unwell. Thankfully we were in a service station and not on the motorway when it happened, and my DD and SIL were there. Drugs were in the case in the boot and he gradually settled down, but remained giddy and weak and was unable to take his PD drugs, so that problem reared its head. We are taking it easy today.
I am so glad it is all over. But then the scattering of the ashes in a few weeks. Another journey down - I will insist that OH stays at home this time.
Is there a toiletry you can no longer buy and miss?
On being called Darling and Love
Robert Kenyon, Reform's candidate for Makerfield. Would you let him in your house?



