A grave state

Stomping through the cemetery from A to B, tissues in hand. Sunday was less 'volunteer-y' than Saturday and even though I had one prep meeting for our AGM, I had time for a pub lunch in the sun with Andy from upstairs and an indoors picnic with Zoe and José who live a few minutes away and have a week-old daughter. Who behaved very well whilst I boomed around excitedly gnawing on cheese sandwiches and relaying South Sudan tales.