a big fat to them bee, and you don't have to share your gorgeous DC with them, they are all yours. (My aunties are all anti-child, having none themselves, so anyone under the age of 30 freaks them out!) We all understand the joys (and "not so joys") of having DC.
I too am having a pants day. Got the funeral over with yesterday, which was possibly the most surreal thing I have ever done (erm, until today). It was a little like no-one had even died, and all the bitteress and nastiness we've lived with all these years has just vanished (which obviously is a good thing, but it's a bit weird).
and then today. stayed in, finished the last bunting order, cleaned the conservatory (would have liked to shop as DH has finally been paid, but by cheque by the company rather than BACS, so we have to wait for it to clear why they couldn' do that the first week they cocked it up I don't know.). Putting the boys to bed tonight and Dsis rang in tears - she and BIL are over - 
and very 
. It seems a weird thing to say, but when I went through this with DH it was FAR easier than this is. It was horrible but I found a coping mechanism somewhere, and I could deal with it, and kept busy and managed (quite well actually, and there are some fond memories there, of tidiness and cash and no grumpyness...). I am totally stunned and very defensive of Dsis and really wish there was something I could do. Maybe not to fix things as a whole, but to fix Dsis and help her through to the other side.
why oh why is DH watching the dirty dozen? I always feel so sorry for Kiefer's dad (though I can't remember what happens actually). Watched "Kinky Boots" last night - that's kind of film. Trying to convince DH to watch it again to distract me.
Happy Sunday everyone - I'm doing a reading at chapel tomorrow! and if no little girls turn up I may have to dress up as Mary (DH PHSL at that. He thought the reading was funny enough, needless to say he isn' coming with me.)