Next time you temporarily move me in my Sprinkler and Shaker to the Garage remember mirror reflections and sunlight, can equal fire. Phew! nearly a gonna for the second time. Good job I had my sun hat on to shield the glare. Much safer indoors on my Hall shelf. At least your mum got sorted.
The pomp and circumstance to
accompany a good funeral fell a bit short when the vicar delivered your mum to
the grave in a carrier bag. The dug hole was a bit further forward than
anticipated with only a small plank to cover it so let us hope no one decides
to wander round the church yard tonight. Won't fall in but could get a nasty
turn on the ankle. A few prayers with a small pot of soil for the dust to dust
bit that took so long that a small snail had time to circumnavigate the plot
and final fond farewells to mum. A funny sort of Saturday.
Good day of remembrance,
managed to fit in snacks, early dinner in honour of the warfarin schedule, a
few treats kept you going. Some black comedy on your part finishing off after
reminiscing by watching the Great British Skinny Dip. Bev's comment of 'man up'
was aptly timed as she fell asleep on the sofa and you were subjected to the full
frontal nudism of the ambassador for Britains naturists and not a fig leaf in
sight, nothing new there then. Mum would have needed her specs and you'd have had to explain what was
going on. So thank goodness for small..........mercies
Let's hope my sprinkling goes off smoothly.
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