Goodbye Bang

My sis called first thing and she's almost lost her voice. Poor thing. Tilly is still in hospital and so she wouldn't be coming to the ashes scattering today, which was a huge shame for her but she's decided to go for a walk to the same place with some of us at a later date.

I played loads of Uno with the boys this morning. Then I picked N and C up from her house at 11am. They only arrived back from Kenya late last night so were a little bleary. We congregated with the others by B's family's old house where they were brought up in Little Brickhill and we scattered the last of Ozzie's ashes that B had kept under an apple tree.

Then we walked down to a spot where B and her brother and sister used to play in Brickhill Woods when they were small. R had chosen a prominent oak tee as the spot and he said some words and scattered the ashes round the base of the tree. We all had a little cry and stood there for some time before heading back up to the cars. In the end I'm glad I went, to be there with the others.

B's sister still seems to have a problem with me and actively walked away from me the couple of times I tried to say hello and remind her that I'd brought the plant pot she asked for. I gave up and spoke to her husband instead. You can't make someone get on with you and she doesn't mean enough to me to make me want to try. I never have to see her again and probably never will now.

Eleven of us had a very nice lunch together in Longs Inn on the High Street in Woburn and then all departed our separate ways. I took N and C to collect their hire car. Then W helped me to deliver cards round the village for the church. Having a seven year old kid with speedy legs is a useful asset at such times. Then he and I played several more rounds of Uno, which he mainly won, before the others arrived back.

I took a quick nap in my room then went to the village Carol Concert at 6pm. The others didn't come. They've got colds (them and the rest of the country). What a shame. Still it was their loss as it was a lovely service and jam packed. The youngest reader, who was maybe six, read his lesson so much better than any of the adults. What a sweetie.

After a pleasant soup supper we're all exhausted and relaxing now and I'll be watching the final of the Apprentice later.

It's work for a half day tomorrow....