The Wake

The day after someone dies is almost worse. All the arrangements to be made. Numerous phone calls. Battling with endless officialdom (all necessary I suppose - not complaining). But it's sometimes like swimming through treacle ("How can it be you can't find any trace of her?" goes on for an hour and you can't move onto the next step till that's sorted !?*%!!!?!). It's been like that all day.

But a bright spot was the selection of this old chapel (part of an hotel now) for the Wake. It's currently set up for a wedding party and will be different for our purpose. Things are looking better.