My wife had a bad night last night, so my night felt disturbed as well (although my Fitbit tells me it wasn’t as bad as I think it was).
It is the funeral of my next door neighbour today, so my wife is taking the afternoon off work. We head off to Cromer crematorium at lunchtime, for the service at 2pm. We are two of only a dozen mourners – it seems so sad to me that a man can live to the ripe old age of 87, have lived for about 25 years in a small close-knit community (of which he used to be an active member) and yet have only 12 people turn up to see him on his way… There was a small wake held at The Vernon Arms after the funeral, and we all raised a glass (or three) to him, and had a bite to eat.
By the time we returned home, we were both slightly inebriated and no longer wanted our evening meal. We decide to have early baths, watch an episode (or two) of Episodes on Netflix, and grab an early night.