Grandad is back in Head Rambles Manor, having wandered the highways and byways of The West.
It was not a pleasant trip, but then funerals rarely are happy occasions.
They are even worse when one is saying goodbye to a close relative and a close friend.
We will miss her and her wicked sense of humour.
Thank you to everyone who left comments after the last, somewhat cryptic message. I wasn’t in the form for writing, and my head was in a spin, as I had to arrange hotels and dog minders and things like that.
It’s one of the things I hate about growing old – the number of funerals.
It’s a sure sign of old age when the only time you meet some people is when someone else has popped their clogs.
We used to meet regularly at weddings. Then we started meeting at christenings. Now we meet at funerals.
At least it didn’t rain.