Balmpot

My Dear Princess and Dear Friends,

I was off work today. Theoretically. This was to take Caro into Wellington to attend a pain clinic about the chronic pain in her wrist which she has had on and off for about three years.

We got on the train and travelled for five minutes to Paekakariki when we got the announcement that a freight train had broken down ahead of us and we could be stuck there for hours. (Today's blip).

Caro was not happy, she turned her appointment into a phone appointment and we just went home (by taxi).

So I decided to make up for it by working from home. In some ways this was good. I didn't have to go to any meetings and I could just focus.

My focus was interrupted by a phone call from Feefs who was very excited because she has decided to pursue her dream career. This is apparently her dream ever since she was a teenager. Do you want to try and guess? You'll never guess.

An embalmer. 

She does not want to be a funeral director because, "I don't want to deal with miserable relatives and all that," but she is FASCINATED by death. To the point where she viewed dead bodies as a teen when originally pursuing her dream job. 

And now - perhaps inspired by Caro's change in circumstance - she's making enquiries to become an assistant to a local embalmer. Nothing concrete as yet, but she is persistent and happy to accept low pay or even no pay to get her chance.

The grim subject matter turned Caro to the subject of death in general and the fact that she will probably kark it before Feefs. 

"And then I can embalm you!" said Feefs enthusiastically. 

See? There's always a silver lining.

S.