Spicy wings

Up and feeling freer this morning. Most things crossed of the list of things that must be done. Mum chose another piece of music for the funeral and I emailed the choices to the celebrant. We went into Edgware and mum paid her credit card bill which she does in person. Into the Broadway centre. Mum spoke to the pharmacist, and told them about Mason. The pharmacist was sympathetic and kind, and said she had just begun to make up Mason's prescription. She knew who Mason was even though Mum had not said his name, because they had been going there for years.  I looked briefly at some wrong shoes and we popped into Sainsbury's where I bought a few bits for dinner tonight.

Walking back from the bus stop met Nick, a neighbour a few doors away. He was originally from the US too. There was a mobile coffee waggon parked up in his drive, which when his son, I think, was backing it in, looked like a trailer for a small pony. Very friendly and nice man.

I sat with Mum as she called one of the banks to let them know about Mason. I did a few bits like finding out who to call about returning the walkers and walking sticks etc. that Mason had accumulated.

To the Waggon and Horses. A cheery atmosphere today, and I was given a pint of Guinness without asking, as they have decided this is my drink. People there very friendly and the nice chef whose name is I think Waleed brought out a plate of spicy chicken wings, which was what Mason always ate, for us. Locals and staff lovely to mum. Mum had her usual all day breakfast, and took the sausages home for the foxes and the bread home for the birds.

Home and the luxury of an afternoon snooze briefly. Then up and cooking a chickpea and veggie curry, to eat while we watched MASH. Then we sat by the fire and spoke to Lorraine driving home from Pat and Maureen's. She'd had a busy day. The nice fence man came early this morning and began sorting the fence out, but then had to leave early as he was phoned by the bank due to suspicious activity on his account.  She then made off to Ashford, and had fish and chips again. Poor Betty it seems has to travel up to Solihull tomorrow for work which is a bit annoying.

The Tobster called too, and we had a chat. Lots going on for him right now, not least planning his relocation this summer to join Romy.

To bed fairly early, and still finding myself dog tired most days.