The funeral went OK. A ‘Humanist’ affair, a celebration of Mary’s life, good, if that’s the right word, to attend and witness. I’ve been saying that she was 52 when she died. I was wrong, not that it means much, she was 51.
The Oz lot have been and gone. It was wonderful them being here, despite the circumstances. My Carolyn got to be matriarchal for the first time in her life. She rose to the occasion, bless her, but that in itself brought the futility and emptiness of our childless lives to the fore. The house seems very quiet now that they’ve all gone. Back to normal in fact and ghastly to be honest. Pointless, facile, shallow. Work, Tesco on a Friday, Amazon shopping for a quick fix, pub on Sunday, work, eat, gin, tickle cats, wonder what tomorrow will bring, get disappointed at what tomorrow brought, gin, watch Arsenal sink into oblivion——without surprise—-sadly, get irritated by the parking antics of the beach muppets, puzzle why Ed Balls and Gordon Brown aren’t in prison (for ever and ever), hone kitchen knives on 8000 grit Japanese whetstones, read far too little and determine to sell up everything and live in a hut on a Sri Lankan beach for the rest or our days. Realise that is a cop out and try to think of something more useful to do. Suggestions please??
Caz has gone to Westwood Cross, it being Sunday and that being part of the Sunday routine. She’s brave. Westwood Cross has traffic problems that make central London driving look positively easy and well ordered. Well done Thanet council—-again!! If you vote for ex taxi drivers, alcoholic adulterers (plus non-alcoholic adulterers come to think of it) and carpet shop owners, what do you expect? A pile of Pooh!! Well, we’ve certainly got that!! It’s easier and quicker to drive to Canterbury and use the Park and Ride to go shopping than to attempt to use our local facilities. Canterbury of course has a council made up, in the main, of folk what are much higher up the food chain than their Thanet compatriots. Sigh.