Wednesday and its been a ducks in a row day. In essence I have been preparing to go to London tomorrow for my sisters funeral on Friday. No sooner than I was up when the funeral director was ringing me and sending me stuff to okay. I was then contacting all my children to keep them all organised for tomorrow as we are going to see the solicitor mob handed to prove who we are, where we live and that we all have bank accounts. This was generated by the call I made to the solicitor to check I had got it all right and to fix a time. So busy busy busy. Being paperless myself I had to download a statement and then print it, which seems to defeat the object of the exercise of being paperless. In the midst of all this the garden guy turns up so needs to be given coffee, money and willing listening ear. It starts to rain so after a while he gives it best and goes. In the intervening time I’ve legged it down to the co-op cash machine and got wedged up. I have also take the car the garage and filled the tank and checked the tyres before tomorrows drive. On the way back in I retrieve the bins and start putting stuff in the recycle one.

I am gasping for coffee when a friend rings me and describes the perils of needing to buy more Easter eggs to support the secret Easter Bunny! Never had that in my day, what ever next. We chatted for a while until she needs to go, wishing me good luck for the coming couple of days. My partner makes me a roll for lunch and then I’m busy again. I stow the new peanut cache for the squirrels and replenish the hedgehog canteen before retreating in side to hang a rather lovely drawing of a hedge hog on our stair over hang.

Having sorted the hedgehogs out, real and artistic I get to sorting out my clothes for the trip to London and packing what I need. There is the formal funeral wear and the sensible clothes to see the solicitor in. There are of course slob around clothes for the informal time. So I am almost ready and so is the evening meal. I settle down to eat and then draft the blog. This evening will be about doting the i’s and crossing the t’s before we head off tomorrow. Between now and lift off time (11o’clock) I need to collect my weeks drugs, find my long legged swim trunks and ensure that I’ve got all the paper work I am going to need. Most importantly of all is ensuring I have my pack of travel/driving wine gums in the car. So an evening of last minute checking and pampering myself. Of course my words for the funeral are still not complete but it will be alright on the day, to quote Shakespeare In Love, ” It always is, its a mystery”. Night meds and then my last night in my own bed till Saturday.