Day 11 – Curfew – Friday 3 April
This morning I attended an on-line funeral. It was the saddest thing ever and my heart went out to my lovely friend, ‘C’, whose mother had passed away a couple of weeks back (NOT from the virus I might add).
Redditch crematorium has the most magnificent views and is a lovely building. Watching online gave a new perspective to it: pleasant in that I could take in the views whereas normally the crematorium is too packed to see out of the large windows (the view is over to open countryside which gives a feeling of peace and tranquility), but heart-wrenching because you are remote and cannot give those who are grieving deeply a hug.
Because of this awful virus – the other couple of close family members are either vulnerable or living abroad and not allowed to travel – so only 3 mourners were at the funeral. The service itself was delivered warmly. As the story of my friend’s Mum was recounted I was able to message ‘C’ afterwards and personalise my words of support. I know it meant a lot to her to have others at the service, albeit not in person.
For some reason I have been less motivated to do very much this afternoon. Isn’t it odd that you can have a list of jobs as long as your arm but, occasionally, can’t be bothered to attempt any of them?
This evening around 9pm, which is our usual sit-down time, I opened a bottle of Prosecco, my O.H. opened a bottle of Rioja and we watched the hilarious movie called, ‘Identity Thief’. It make us laugh out loud.
Laughter is good for the soul and is definitely ‘Just this Girl’s Thing’.