A fond goodbye

Aaaaah. Tuesday. I love Tuesdays. My first half day of the week.

I got to work an hour earlier than usual as I wanted to attend a funeral in the village just before lunch.

The funeral was for P who sat near me in church every week and had been so spritely right up until her last few weeks. A miracle at 96. The church was packed in her honour. The service was moving and uplifting in equal measure. There was some humour as the vicar got the wrong hymn at first so we sang two in succession.

Then I found L at home with Lottie dog who has come to stay with me for three weeks while they're on holiday. After pottering and washing etc. I went to PT and was surprised at some of the things I managed to do when I really wouldn't have thought I could. Good news. I'm feeling pretty proud of myself.

I'm now recovering on the sofa while Lottie sleep-runs and sleep-barks in her basket!