Sunday

Martin didn't want a funeral. He had one of those Pure Cremations that are advertised during afternoons when we retired people may be watching TV.

Over lunch, we celebrated him, with Pauline. It was far more relaxed than any funeral we've been too.

Martin's nephew said a few words whilst Pauline stood by his side. That made me well up.

Later, my nephew Tom arrived with Clare, Louise and Pigeon, their Jack Russell.

Pigeon has a bad press but was as good as gold. (Not like Marvin who only ever seems to have one thing on his mind when Hetty is around.)

A very hot afternoon.