Limbo

We're that strange limbo place of a sort of holiday while preparing for tomorrow's funeral.

I spent a lovely morning with Bella, playing on the prom and pier and generally messing about in the summer sunshine while Beryl got on with what she had to get on with.

Tonight it was dinner with the first members of the extended family who've arrived in town- a lovely time. Like all good funerals you hope that it'll turn into a party. Looks like its heading that way.