Its Thursday evening and 9:30 and I am spoonless as I lay on the bed in the hotel room 10 minutes drive from the crematorium where tomorrow the service for my sister will be held. Its been a long day from breakfast to bed I’ve been engaged with family and death admin. Firstly the drive to London, finding the hotel and then waiting for the family to arrive. One didn’t arrive as it was possible to divert him straight to the solicitors office from the airport where he had just landed. I and my two daughters got a taxi from the hotel to the solicitors where we met my son. It did not take long to do the actual business we needed to do but it was essential legal stuff that means the solicitor can get on with the job. We took a breather over coffee. The first time I had been with all my children for years, it was good to see them together and bring them all up to speed regarding the business in hand. We Ubered back to the hotel in atrocious London traffic. I hate London more now than when I left it 49 years ago.

Back at the hotel we all were checked in and met in the bar for a quick drink before changing and going to the Marlborough for a family meal. My partner had managed to find a pub with good food, a music free dining area and good service. We ate as a family for the first time in years. We ate well and when it came to go we booked again for the next evening, same table. When I said the place was music free that is not quite true as upstairs in the toilets there was loud music and space to have a quick dance before returning to the table.

So I am laying in bed drafting the blog hoping that I sleep well tonight and that tomorrow goes well. I take my night meds and give myself up to the waves of the night.