Morning all!
Thanks for the loves yesterday. It was very sad, but rather beautiful. I couldn't stop bloody crying and muttering "Whose stupid idea was it to sit at the front", and all three of us were just absolutely worn out by the end of the day.
BUT. The chapel was crammed, and everyone said over and over how despite 40 years of pain and operations she was ceaselessly kind and smiling and loving, and so cheerful, with such a daft sense of humour, and how you only had to look at her to feel better about things. And I thought: well what a lesson. IYSWIM. It made me resolve to be nice and smiley like, all the time. We'll see how long that lasts about 24 hours if we're lucky
I had asked my darling Mum to make lunch for us to eat after the burial and before the memorial service and for some reason it was unbearably touching the thought she put into it, like a sort of tribute to MIL - all the best china and linen, and my Dad had raided his preserves cupboard and instead of putting it all out in jars had decanted it into little silver serving dishes
Oh God I'm going to start crying again
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ANYWAY point is what with that lunch and the tea the chapel ladies prepared after I am STUFFED TO THE GILLS with cake 
I will make amends today, viz:
B - black coffee, croissant
L - avocado and salad thingy from Itsu
D - spicy tomato prawns with peas all in it, homemade flatbread, ice cream
Bee chick, I am so sorry about being up all night
Face and Pixie - I had my first drink last night, officially about 12 hours early
. LET ME TELL YOU, a month of abstinence is almost worth it just to feel the sensation of the first sip of the first gin and tonic. I swear it was like a speedball*. DH looked at me severely. "You, madam, are an addict."
*I am not sure what a speedball is, and I have never done one. Just to clarify.