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Hum. Funerals
Aug. 26th, 2004 09:20 pmWent to my step-granny's funeral today - another of those been ill for ages ones. Once again, that vicar got a load of names wrong, I mean, Tom suddenly became 'Tim' and Flora 'Fiona'. Plus my grandad didn't commute from home, he computed. We're suspecting some sort of brain impediment, as otherwise she seems a nice woman. Fairly sedate, quiet affair, in which I went into automatic Wallace child mode, which is as soon as faced with gathering, go around asking everyone what they want to drink.
Also had a first for most of the family, which was discovering that Sonie (Step-granny) was called Sonia by a lot of people not family. You could see the entire family going 'er, who?' whenever someone said the word Sonia.
Played footie with Leonora, Tom, George, Flora and Lily, later picked Flora up by feet and spun her around as she *deserved* it. (there was putting of grass into Lily's hair, for starters).
But still, Abbotsbury in Dorset is a picturesque village with tropical gardens and a swan sanctuary, and filled with tourists on a day out. It's always an odd image when you see a large bunch of people dressed in somber, mostly black clothing walking along the street. You could see all the tourists automatically clocking us for funeral.
Also had a first for most of the family, which was discovering that Sonie (Step-granny) was called Sonia by a lot of people not family. You could see the entire family going 'er, who?' whenever someone said the word Sonia.
Played footie with Leonora, Tom, George, Flora and Lily, later picked Flora up by feet and spun her around as she *deserved* it. (there was putting of grass into Lily's hair, for starters).
But still, Abbotsbury in Dorset is a picturesque village with tropical gardens and a swan sanctuary, and filled with tourists on a day out. It's always an odd image when you see a large bunch of people dressed in somber, mostly black clothing walking along the street. You could see all the tourists automatically clocking us for funeral.
