Remembrance

Caught the train to Bournemouth this morning, my brother picked me up and we went to our Auntie Chris's funeral in Poole.  My Mum and sister had also driven over from Somerset, so we met up with them there.  Sad day, of course, but also good to see everyone.  We went back to the house for the wake after, then my brother drove me back to London, and carried on to his home in Kent.  Good to get home to Tim, who had my dinner waiting for me, bless his heart.