It's a bit of joke amongst those who are notoriously poor timekeepers that they'd even be late for their own funeral. Dad was quite a stickler for punctuality, and I take after him. I'd rather be half an hour early than two minutes late - the feelings the stress response and subsequent adrenaline surge bring … Continue reading Late for his own funeral!
The last few weeks have been pretty full on supporting mum as she grieves for dad, and doing the bulk of the formalities necessary when a person dies - especially one who's lived a long, full and happy life for almost 95 years! I've never had the experience of this previously - how fortunate I … Continue reading A Bath wedding