You had plenty money 1922

Funeral + wake passed in a wave of Hansonism. (slightly neurotic, mad, chatterboxes who keep corpsing) I think it's a rule of graveyards that they must be on top of hills and freezing the day you actually *go* for a funeral. With added biting wind.

Ridiculous amounts of food bought and made for wake. Me + bro went into automatic host/waiting mode - Matt doing drinks/glasses collection and me picking up plates of food off the table and taking them round so they'd actually reach the people who never went anywhere near the table. Lindsey made a couple of jokes about it to relations on Peter's side that it's wonderful having Wallaces at a gathering, they go into automatic wait mode and take the stress off the *actual* hosts. We were contemplating keeping her topped up to stop her going into neurotic panic mode throughout the days.

Funeral oration (decent priest) and so on had that weird thing where you had the memories of Peter by his workmates vs. how the Hanson clan knows Peter - they all talked of a fun-loving dedicated man and so on. You could see us the clan exchanging glances as it was a family truism that Peter was a slightly boorish bore, stuck in his ways, with a hoovering obsession. Big bunch of workmates (he'd been there for 27 years. Scary.), which just goes to show the whole family vs. mates thing - remember Selena's funeral, where the not-immediate section of her family looked a bit scared by the giant gang of goths and so on (all slightly... alternative culture) who turned up. Of course, the song played at the end was 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life' with added giggles from congregation and people trying not to whistle.

Hanson observations of the Heather around the dinner table :

Talks ridiculously fast and does not need to breathe. At all. (then they figured I must've learnt to circular-breathe at a young age)

Exactly the same behaviour as the rest of the Hanson children, but Heather is the only one who gets treated/spoken to like an 8-year-old. (no, really. This is a quote.)

'Oh, god, she's speaking science terminology again. Translation needed!'

Source for random trivia when you need a question answered. Even after the Heather has asked why they're asking *her*.

First person to ask for safety pins, lighters, and hairbands and clips.

Shite. Just got a call from mum - one of my uncles has been diagnosed with cancer of the oesophagus, plus tumours behind the eyes so he can't see too well either now. Prognosis and survival rate is apparently not too wonderful, and he'd been looking forward to early retirement just before this.

Kind of mostly worried about my cousins, since their mum only just finished cancer treatment (for the second time) a couple of years back. Gah.

...This post was originally going to about torchwood bunnies and adoration of Ugly Betty and the assistants cabal, with added Marc being Justin's fabulous gay fashion-obsessed mentor. Rome love continues apace.

Oh well. Let it also be known that I have inflicted megolas with Torchwood/Planetary crossover bunnies in relation to something I said about the episode style fic. And now I want a conversation between Jenny Sparks and Jack Harkness. (century babies need love)

Scaring people at work with coughing and wheezing. Oh, go *away*, it's just noise and all it means is that I'm not in spanking perfect health. You haven't said anything about the sneezing of the past week.