Funeral: Cremation, 10.30, Friday.The thing that's upset me the most is ordering the flowers. I feel that leaving flowers at a funeral is horrible anyway, a bit like flower-murder, especially at this time of year when it's getting colder and they don't last. And it's so terribly final. But on the other hand, I feel that a coffin without flowers is almost naked, without any softening of the harsh edges of reality.
Flowers: Yes, apparently.
Funeral arranged by: Aunty Kate's son and daughter in law, who didn't want to hang around until Kate and Vic touched down to start funeral arrangements. Quite understandably.
Contacted Kate and Vic yet? No. Have just left a message with Duty Manager at Luton Airport. Expecting them to phone in about an hour. Efficient Terminal Manager Person is going to get them met off the plane.
B home yet? No, just leaving London, won't be home in time to take phone call from his parents.
I've sorted them out for all of B's family - us, Uncle Horace, Aunty Nance-in-Australia and B's parents.
I've phoned the people that we think would want to know when the funeral is, as I don't expect Kate and Vic will be wanting to do that tomorrow. It leaves them the choice whether or not they get in touch with them, they won't have to if they don't want to.
This evening Nina gave me a lift round to Kate and Vic's, to leave a final-shot written message for them to see when they come in, in case all the other messages asking them to phone us didn't get through.
On balance, I think it can be said that it has been a pretty shit day.
Not as bad as Kate and Vic's is going to be though :(.