Happy
wenches!
Although the funeral went well, DH and I unfortunately had a mahoosive row on the way from the Crem to the Hotel. I always send a letter together with cheque for the chosen charity to the Funeral Directors after the event, and DH knows this, but the Vicar said something about a box on the way out, and DH, who was behind me, put a donation in there. Now the family won't know that we have contributed. I went a bit lot mad at him in the car and it got somewhat out of hand. Poor DD (Saffy), who was in the back, tried her best at being a Relate councillor, which she's normally very good at, but on this occasion totally failed, and we're still not speaking. Bloody men.
And apparently poor DD fell over in the car park after we'd left because of skyscraper heels and uneven car park, and everyone around her thought she was drunk. She's still dying of embarrassment.
Sorry to hear about your aunt Alibabs. You are going through a tough time. 
I love, love, love the Sunday Brunch interview.
Good luck Helen with dentist and Sparks with smear.
Also commiserations to Bads and Issy with teeth and Madame with migraine.
Love to all other wenches.