Limbo day

A day of limbo, this being the day before the funeral. There was nothing much to be done for the time being. It also poured steadily, most of the day. Mum and I sitting about restlessly. Eventually we went to the Waggon and Horses where we were going to meet Lorraine.  

Another bloody fine on the car, but when you tear the package open it says there is £0.00 pounds to pay. It's the sort of Kafkaesque nonsense that we could do without.

A huge puddle that had spread over half the road near the pub. Lorraine had a bit of a tiresome journey up in the rain, and had to waiting in a carpark en route for a nurse from our local surgery to call. We ate chicken shish and I had a couple of pints of Guinness which along with Lorraine being there took the edge off the general twitchiness. Surprised to learn that Waleed, the chef was coming to the funeral.

We drove home. I nipped out at Tescos and I met mum and lorraine at home. The evening built around  M*A*S*H which is a great escape for Mum. In the evening, the Tobster called from Washington, where things are shaping up now for the move into the new apartment. A glass of wine. I burnt cheese on toast for myself and Mum, and Lorraine had a sandwich. And so to bed early, feeling overshadowed by the funeral tomorrow.