The Sun has got his hat on!
The sky is blue, the main road is chock-a-block with cars hastening to the coast seven miles away, and I've just posted our ballot papers for the General Election.
Tomorrow will be another day, with work beckoning in garden, house, shops and crematorium.
The funeral is for Auntie Queenie, a real stunner (judging by the photograph of her around the outbreak of the 39-45 ware), born in the 1920's and unmarried; 'cos her intended was Canadian and wanted to take her to the prairies; but she felt she had to stay and care for other family in this country. A selfless life much appreciated by the recipients of her war time sacrifice. Oh, how many other followers of Our Lord's command to love others as ourselves are hidden away behind the clean net curtains of our despised terraced English streets?
