The 14th & 15th; Staring at squares on the carpet.
The 14th of September.
I think I might have caught up on sleep. I had another good night, and I am not excessively tired this morning so I think I'm back to normal, just in time for us to be busy again.
This morning, after breakfast, I gave my hair a rinse to get some of the excess product out, and tried to decide what to wear for Sue's funeral. She wanted bright colours, but I never know what to choose. In the end I chose my green skirt with all the dogs on, because I think she would have liked it.
We got to the crem about half an hour early, but If we'd been any later, we would have had a problem because we got the last parking space, and that was only because we had my blue badge.
The service was really beautiful - Sue had planned it all, and my face hurt from trying not to cry. I don't know why I try to hold them back, but I do. I did a lot of staring at the squares on the carpet. I can't help but relate everything that happens at a funeral to my own.
We were really packed in - they could only just get the doors closed, with people filling both aisles. It goes to show just how special and loved she was. I think if I were trying to describe Sue in one word, it would be "kind", and I don't think there is actually a higher compliment one can pay.
The 15th of September.
Disclaimer: This is not going to be an interesting post.
This morning, we got together our bits and pieces to take to Richmond tonight, and I spent some time with Rufus because he was going to be alone (except for mealtimes) until Sunday evening and I felt bad about that. He used the opportunity to climb all over me and shove his nose in my ear. His love is so pointy and full of claws.
We set off just after lunch, and for the whole journey I just listened to episodes of Last Podcast on the Left about Richard Kuklinski and worked on crochet swatches with wool that I'd retrieved from my stash. I found one that works up to the right gauge, but it's just not very soft and would be expensive to use. Sigh.
We arrived at the Premier Inn at about five, and I settled in to watch the first bit of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Of all the bits of that film to watch, the beginning is the worst - I find the bits with Dobby and the cake and the flying car and the train all very stressful and I do not like it at all.
We had booked a table for dinner at half six, and were met by a very polite boy. He looked about seventeen but was probably older, and I think he said "thank you" after every sentence. His mother should be very proud. I had a chicken, bacon and cheese barbecue melt with sweet potato fries which was absolutely enormous and surprisingly tasty. I did not eat all the fries. No one could eat all those fries.