The end of the day is nigh, Herbs....nearly gin o'clock.
I was also wondering about Rudy. Hope she's OK.
MrsS - I hope you got away from Heathrow in some shape or form - either on a plane or back home.
Crem - have a lovely last day, and I hope your flight home tomorrow isn't too blowy - it's been really bad here.
Funerals......I must confess, I've not given mine a thought. I know DSM has hers all planned, readings, hymns and all, even though she's in (touch wood) perfectly good health. She likes things to be done properly, though!
It brought a lump to my throat thinking of your conversation with DM, MI.
Meanwhile, it's all go at Chateau Cointreau. DS has just completed the first day of his work experience, and loved every minute of it - I think his "employer" has made a real effort to give him a meaningful week. He met up with a few friends at lunchtime, and others haven't been so fortunate (one spent the morning shredding documents at an accountancy firm 
). He's off to visit a client tomorrow, and then off to a studio in London on Wednesday. Then, for half term (as he's desperate for funds to pay for his new PC), I've got him some temp work at my office, sorting out training records and suchlike. Two whole weeks in the "real world" - DH and I are taking bets on how knackered he's going to be.
DH took DD1 to the Fracture Clinic this morning - after closer inspection of her X-ray they've decided it's not broken (yay) BUT it's ligament damage, which apparently can take even longer to heal than a break (boo). Poor DD1 was expecting to skip forth and resume her able-bodied existence, but they've given her a lovely strap-on boot for the next few weeks. This caused her such rage over the course of the day that when I picked her up from school she tore it off and threw it across the car in floods of tears.
I've applied for three jobs, crepeys. Two more applications to send off this evening. Nothing may come of them, but it makes me feel a little more positive.