Losing a regular

Spent the morning writing lists and emailing people, and phoning people. Kafkaesque and frustrating. You can't appear to do much before you have the Death Certificate. Tried fill in the Tell Us Once site, as another Government website told me you could do this. It lied. Spoke to a very unhelpful person at the registrars, a person at the Tell Us Once service, who said we had to write to the Coroners office about access to Tell Us Once. Surprised to get a reply fairly quickly, part of the text was visible in the preview pane, but when you clicked on the message the text was invisible. I tried it on two devices and on my mail provider. Eventually I was able to read it by stretching the preview pane till twice the width of the screen. It said contact the registrar. 

We went to The Wagon and Horses this afternoon. Mum keen to go there and break the news to the regulars. People were so sweet. Blokes at the bar hugging mum and kissing mum, and saying she must always come and she could sit with them, the chef there who called them Mummy and Daddy, filling with tears when mum told him. Hari who works serving food and behind the bar too upset to speak to us at first.  We were bought drinks, and the chef brought us an extra plate of spicy chicken wings for Mas.

Mum wrote to Brad, in California again. I cooked a small snack and we watched MASH together and drank some wine. Toby called and had a long chat with us, having got back to Canada last night.

Talking to Lorraine off and on. Missing her lots.