WednesdaysMentor · Today 11:52
i hold a grudge against the local flower shop. It was my mums 70th birthday during lockdown.
I'm sorry to hear that, but I may have an antidote....
I was working abroad and my sister died, she had cancer, but they said she had a prognosis of on to two years. Anyway, I had to wait days for a flight.... She lived down South and I had to get a train from Newcastle, there wasn't room to stay, because other people were there, so my wife was to drive down with the baby a day later (we went to a hotel).
Anyway, some poor sod committed suicide on the track and I ended up staying in a hotel and arriving the following day. I went to the village florist and asked for a wreath, she told me sorry, I need 3 days notice; the funeral was the next day.
I just deflated and said, "Oh no, it's for my sister's funeral." She said, "Oh? Is she J?" I said yes and she said to come back that evening, then, "Actually no, I'll make sure it gets to the church, what message do you want?"
What a bloody star, they'd been friends, though I'd never met her.