Smart boy

No work today instead I cleaned and tidied the house from top to bottom and returned what turned out to be hundreds of pounds worth of internet clothes shopping. And then decided the children needed more clothes in case the sun dances don't quite work and went to buy new clothes. It's virtually impossible to buy a boy a jumper apparently, only hoodies. I gathered two together in the end. He rejected them both because 'now you can't see my shirt'.

So, funeral tomorrow. More and more it seems frankly unbelievable. I said this to one of my lovely colleagues today after she sent me good wishes for tomorrow. She replied 'indeed a surreal experience. You and your scrambled brain will get through it somehow' . This is the lucky woman who has had to try and pick up the remnants of my scrambled brain in the last few weeks. She is obviously exaggerating.

Right, my list still says nails, printing and do an internet supermarket shop. Push on....