Just got back to Paris. Funeral was very sad - the saddest part being my uncle, who seemed to have aged about 20 years and shrunk by about a foot.
He kept crying and saying "I loved her so much." DH was (surprisingly) brilliant with him (uncle has dementia) and sat patiently with him for hours, talking, while my cousin and I kept my mother under control and sorted out other stuff. The DDs were very sad - DD2 especially as she has always had a special bond with my Aunt.
On the plus side, I saw loads of my family (some I've never met before!) and caught up with my favourite cousins, and am looking forward to seeing more of them when I am back in London. DH has a very small family, so just doesn't "get" mine. He said to me at one point, how does C fit into your family? So I said, C's Dad and my Gran were first cousins, but C's Dad was brought up by my great Gran after C's Dad's Mum died when he was a baby. That makes C and my Mum second cousins, C is my first cousin once removed, his kids are my third cousins and the DDs' third cousins once removed. He was like this >
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And to add to the fun, there were about four languages being spoken.
We went to see schools yesterday, and heard today that DD1 has been accepted at her school of choice as a 5 day boarder. DD2 is not terribly sure about the school we looked at for her, although we thought it was perfect. I am tempted to show her somewhere single sex, hot house and with a rigid uniform policy in contrast...