Month: August 2009

August 31, 2009
I am back home again in Market Deeping, having been away since the beginning of June, apart from a few flying visits to take care of things.

I arrived back Saturday night, but haven’t really done that much – unpacking my clothes, and sorting them into what can go away and what still needs to be ironed; finding a temporary place for the books and DVDs I have accumulated down in Chingford over the last 2 months; and stocking up the fridge.

August 27, 2009
Mum’s service was today, at South Essex  Crematoriums, in Corbet’s Tey.

The service went well, we had a lady minister called Lesley, who had come round to see us the previous Sunday, and talked to us about mum. She turned our notes and what we told her into a very moving speech.

August 22, 2009
Many thanks to the folk who I dined with last night, for introducing me to The Crispy Duck, where we enjoyed… Crispy Duck, and lots of it.

It was just the kind of evening I needed, and the Haagan Dazs to follow was the cherry on the top (well actually, it was not so much on the top, than in a fruit coulis slightly to one side of the sorbet).

August 15, 2009
I’ve made a couple of passing comments about mum being in hospital, but haven’t gone into details, until now. Mum was quite a private person, and didn’t like a fuss being made about her.

Unfortunately, she died in the early hours of Friday morning. We are now telling friends and relatives more about what happened, so I thought it appropriate to post here, for those of you in the filk community who had met her at conventions, and knew her.

August 8, 2009
Another brief trip home, and was pleased to see that the garden – while terribly overgrown (a problem for another day) is still producing veg. I picked another box of sugar snap peas (now too fat to be used as sugar snap, really, but fine when shelled), a few nice courgettes, and a heap of anya potatoes.

I actually tipped out the potato barrel, reather than just harvesting what I wanted, as I don’t know exactly when I will be back again. I might have got more potatoes out of it, but better to grab what I had while I’m around.