And poor Simon woke up this morning with the gastric bug that's sweeping the nation and isn't fit to drive. Did I mention we were going to bring my sister-from-the-US back to London in the car so we could hang out for a while so she only booked a single rather than a return? So here I am in a taxi stuffed with flowers, vases and stuff, heading for the M25 and Herongate; the bluebell wood where we're burying mum.
I suppose at least it gives me something other than the funeral to fret about!
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