Had to log in again and thought I might have been banned for bringing up the Spice Girls
Went back to Lestah today for my Godmother's funeral. Sadly I don't think I'd seen her since my father's funeral 25 years ago. Life gets in the way. Despite not being remotely religious it felt a little strange sitting in the church my parents got married in, I was christened in and my Mum and sister sang in the choir at - including the first wedding of our favourite crisp flogger Sir Gary of Lineker. There were obviously names and faces I just about remembered. Predominantly elderly ladies. They do tend to outlive their husbands. There were several absences - due to a spate of recent funerals, some of which I would've liked to go to but was too ill to attend. Whilst these occasions are essentially sad despite the life celebration spin I came away somewhat happy that my 86 year old Mum was pretty much the only one of that crowd without hearing aids, any sort of walking assistance and still able to drive.
Prostate checks. Family / relative checks. All important. Before it's too late.It's funny. I often think back to my grandparents, and my great grandparents (We are not notably good, but we don't half hang in there). There is so much that I would change in terms of what I did, and what I said. But we don't have the wisdom or perspective that time ultimately gives us. To err is human. You can only do what you can today. Appreciate what you have, while you have it..... But equally cut yourself some slack, and know that for all the things that you've done, and all the things that you could have done, at least you did what you could, when you did.
For all the things that I wish I'd done or said, at least I carry in my heart the appreciation that someone gave me something that I should have given more back for. They are dead. It doesn't help them in a tangible way. But it's a hell of a meaningful legacy. I carry them, and their memory every day. In that way at least they have made a mark.
It says a lot about you that you feel that, and take the time to articulate it to others. What is most important though is that you feel that inside. It's a part of you, and you carry those thoughts of them forward. As others will carry the thoughts of you.
I still hope I dream of Andrea Corr tonight rather than my Godmother...
Perfectly normal range attractive human being. I just don't get the obsessing about strangers, over people who have touched your life.
Strangers havent disappointed you yet.
Our resident Goth has spoken wisely.
The first three characters of my new car registration number are ‘DNF’. That’s not especially filling me with optimism.
Could’ve been worse, could’ve been DNR
Just seen that there Stephen Graham in Morrisons.
Off to t'Lane
Meadow, as opposed to White Hart?
Any pints I'm drink this afternoon will be poured in the conventional orientation, in t' Nav.
Plumbed new depths today. I spent most of the afternoon amusing myself at the increasing anger in the crowd.
Ingo can get a tad testy when he's not allowed any more Madri.
Really looking forward to Sunday. To the degree that I've started to ponder what to wear, and have been planning a route of pubs for our 'gang' that is going down. Will be 6-7 of us I think - we're going to go to Camden - The Good Mixer, The Wetherspoons pub by the canal if the weather is nice, then the Hawley Arms. Then jump on the Overground from Camden Road to Brondesbury - a pint in The North London Tavern - and jump on the Jubilee Line up to Wembley. I love a good pub crawl.
