Having tiredly watched a chat show just before bed, I guess its no big surprise that guest Tom Huddleston then had a leading role in my dream, my very own comedy. On waking at daft o clock and reviewing this hilarious tale, I can't recall anything funny whatsoever. Maybe you had to be there.
Meanwhile I'm feeling the pressure of writing a eulogy. It's an honour to write and and feels a massive responsibility - a feeling I seem to be getting from all directions right now. I could do with doing something deliberately silly today to counter the heaviness.
I've planned what I'm going to wear to the funeral - the suggestion is for bright colours rather than black, and I will look a bit like a daffodil, no bad thing as it's st David's day. No silliness but i did suggest our light meal of the day to be afternoon tea with a selection of cakes. And the eulogy is done, one of the time consuming bits was picking the font before printing. I went for oxygen in the end, no irony intended.
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