Tomorrow; body viewing; flower-choosing (Ma wants to do a coffin spray from us all and a posy from the baby) and collecting Aunt Edith from the coach-stop (she is going to play at the funeral).
I also need to post five parcels of tomato plants tomorrow morning, as for some inexplicable reason the Post-Office in Ma's village closes on a Tuesday afternoon and I missed the post today. I have also been putting things on Freecycle. And I dropped three boxes of incontinence pads back to the District Nurses this evening.
Did you know that a limousine to follow the hearse would cost in the region of £110? We have declined, on the grounds that the church is only five minutes up the road; and anyway, Pa's reaction would have been "£110? Just for a car? BUGGER ME!". We also declined a eulogy by the vicar because he would have hated the idea.
Today's gallows humour moment has been explaining exactly where the grave needs to be dug, so that they don't dig up Granny, who has been waiting for her headstone since March 2000.
I'm fraying round the edges a bit. Not sleeping too well.
This is kind of live-blogging a family death, isn't it? Is it weird?
Going to get some fresh air before I collapse in to bed now. Well, fresh air and rain, really. But that's okay.