Monday, another week and more coffee. I’m up early, not sure why because once I am up I am throat deep in death admin. After morning meds mind you. It goes on all morning emailing funeral directors adn trying to get all the materials for the ceremony together. After while I can do no more so spend some time parcelling old shirts up to go to sod the aged. I move all my ice hockey jersey to my hanging space so they are all together and easily accessible. There is time for lunch and then I am back at death admin, sending out the webcast information that people require. Tesco deliver adn my partner goes to the dentist. I plough on with getting stamps for a new batch of notifications and grab eggs as well.

I get back to find a new book gift has arrived. It is a real surprise, it is Claire North’s The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August. I sneak a peek and I am immediately intrigued.

The evening arrives and with it a call from the appointed Celebrant, who askes me about my dead sister and what thoughts I have about the ceremony and the content. We chat and exchange contact details. After that its TV and draft the blog. I find the admin tiring. I find the raking through old family history particularly taxing. However now its time for meds and sleep.