The darling buds

…of workplace lunchtime! A red cat, that we call Beeches, came running up to me when it saw me sitting down at the picnic table, but I’d heard the nurses saying that it had bitten the finance person, and that it was a scrounger, so I told it that there was nothing in my bag that a cat would fancy, so it went away. Later, a clerical staff member told me that she likes to feed it chicken! We are all so different.

I have found my mother’s funeral wishes. Fortunately, we got most of them right, including the cremation part. Naturally, I am annoyed at myself for finding them around three weeks too late, when I’d already looked in that document box at least once, but … I spend all day telling people not to be too hard on themselves. So really, there is nothing to be gained from beating myself up. ‘Tis done, and, as I said to TML, if I’d discovered that we’d got the service completely wrong, and that she definitely did not want to be cremated, I would have held my tongue forever on the subject. As a matter of fact, our mother already had dementia when I was helping her write the plans, and she thought she was planning her sister’s send-off. Her sister Jan had died in Canada twenty years earlier.

I must write my own wishes before I get dementia (which I keep telling myself is NOT inevitable) and then lodge them with a solicitor.

And now, back to the World of King Arthur jigsaw, because puzzles are good for the brain! It’s certainly doing my brain a lot of good to remember all the wonderful books I used to read about Avalon. The Mary Stewart Trilogy and The Mists of Avalon were my favourites among them, when I was aged 14-29.