My mum, Harry, Keith and I went to the funeral directors in the morning. Me and Ma had gone for a walk first thing and had chatted a bit about some of the things we knew they'd ask us so had some ideas.

Afterwards we went to the house and spent a while looking at old photos. We've seen this one before but the similarity is still amazing - this is Harry with his great grandfather.

In the afternoon we went to see Jeanie at Abbeyfield. She was sad to hear of George's death but doesn't remember who he is or that she was married. Pretty tough for us all. We stayed while she had her hair cut, then said our goodbyes and went home to eat something.

I went back to Bristol in the evening.