Everyone hates funerals, and as a result, unless it was someone very, very close to you, they’re never quite as bad as you expect. Particularly once you get past the bit where you’re standing in the cold crematorium car-park, before the ceremony, talking to the family members you haven’t seen since the last funeral. And it can be nice to see bits of the family you haven’t seen for a while.
\nThere was a very moving speech by one of the close relatives, followed by the playing of a tune that meant something special to them both. That’s the bit that invariably causes me to start blubbing. And this was no exception. And why don’t I ever<\/i> remember to bring any bloody tissues? I’m sure my extended family think my tache is permanently full of dried snot…
\nSo I’ve decided that at my funeral, the only records that get played will be upbeat…none of that maudlin stuff…”Enjoy Yourself” by “The Specials” it will have to be.
\nAfter getting back from the reception\/wake thing I had a pre-arranged doctors appointment for…blood pressure. Then I went up the Union to meet a few people from work and ease down.<\/p>\n
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Michele flew off to Philadelphia this morning, and I follow on Tuesday. My brother in law is getting married and a holiday is just<\/i> what I need at the moment. Humph is going to stay with my mum and dad who have performed major structural changes to the house in preparation.
\nOh yes – we have discovered that Humphrey is…a girl!
\nOh dear. We considered name changes to “Humphrene”, “Humphrietta” or similar, but really it doesn’t make a lot of difference so she’ll remain Humphrey.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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