tis my fault the 'kill' feelings......not eaten....the caterer's sorted food for me, but then all the mourners ate all the food whiel us as the tiny part of the fanily were at the crmetorium, so when we got back, most of the food was gone, and all of the bit for me!!! (MIL not overly impressed but I did not want to kick up a fuss....not the time or place!).
anyhoo....I had wine, on an utterly emtpty tummy......came home, sorted rolls for everyone here (family came back), and tried to eat, but did not settle.
slept the afternnon away, am now hungly agin but there is no 'me free' food in the house except cookable and si cooked for all bar me as I am too fussy apparently (erm, no).
hey ho...................
oh, jacob wanted to know (loudly) why we couldn;t get grandma out of the 'box' and take he home....she would be squashed in there!!!
oh, he also gave us a lesson on jesus and all the nails on the cross
and wanted to know where spongbob was buried as he had seen spongebob die and so surely he was also at the crem.....
he was described as a 'character'.....I can think of more appropriate words