I was wearing all black. A strapless bra so that my top would reveal my shoulders which are brown from gardening. A pair of black balloon trousers over fancy pants.
I had a small red case.
Two books and my smart phone with several albums which the old git downloaded for me.
I had my tickets which my darling Nick – a trolley dolly of excellence -had organised for me through his employer British Airways.
I had chewing gum, scent and a new lipstick I bought at London City Airport.
I’m drinking brandy, Jim is playing Steely Dan, and my tears have stopped for now. My sincerest thank you’s for your commiserations. My mother is having s humanist funeral. Jim has spent two days making a slide show of my mothers life. I’ve cried lot. This evening I lost her ring and my wedding rings. … Read more