I'm away on my holidays tomorrow - going for a week's family get-together on the Norfolk Broads for my dad's 65th birthday. Here's hoping we get to see the sun once or twice!
So today I've been packing. Trying to, at any rate, except that every time I try to put something in the case, this happens
Somehow, I think they may be trying to drop some kind of hint...
Then when we get back from holiday, it's going to be a mad scrum to clean the house, as the estate agents wants to hold an open day on the bank holiday Monday, so it needs to be spick and span!
Also today was my Auntie Ivy's funeral, bless her. It was held at Splott Baptist Church, where Ivy was baptised into fellowship in 1939, became a deacon in 1971 and an elder in 1995, on the street where she lived her entire life, both before and after her marriage. A good service - they're always so much more meaningful when delivered by someone who actually knew and loved the deceased. Afterward it was the usual race to get to the crematorium for stage II, and then after that we gathered at the labour club for the traditional game of 'pin the name on the cousin', always so popular at these gatherings. My granddad was the oldest of 11 children, 10 of whom survived into adulthood. There are a lot of cousins and second cousins and removed cousins and in-laws, and so forth.
Of all those siblings, my great-aunts and great-uncles, Auntie Mai is the only one left now, about to turn 81 and still going strong. "There we go, last but not least," she said to me after the service, in that mongrel half-Welsh half-Irish accent of hers, "So when I go, which won't be for a while yet, but when I go, I don't want anyone wearing black - you all wear the brightest colours you can find." Bless her.
Rest in peace, Auntie Ivy.
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