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.
Month: August 2009
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.
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).
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.
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.