No work today, so I've spent the morning in the garden and tidying the house, and have just put on some lovely black cherry nail varnish. All the time I'm aware that my back, stomach and jaw are really aching. Still from last week, for some reason everything is aching more today, must be the weather. Or the bruising coming out or something.
Then Little Sis phones. Her ex-husband has killed himself - she's just heard he hung himself last Saturday. My first instinct is to laugh, because he was an idiot and she should never have married him. He did drugs and beat her up. Then I feel desperately sorry for him. I tell her those thoughts, 'because even though he was an idiot, he was fun, and he never meant any harm, and we always had a good time - when we weren't arguing about him hitting you, obviously.'
Oooooh, who does that remind me of?
She is in Germany and needs someone to go to the funeral for her, but doesn't feel she can ask Mum and Dad (they couldn't stand him or his family). I offered - I'd want to go anyway. His body isn't being released yet, so don't know when it will be.
I'm getting to the age where it's always funerals. Most of them people too young to believe they are dead.
This weekend is Carnival. The first time I've seen Sue in ages too - we're meeting up to watch the parade, might go to the psychic fair - or I might go before she's in town. Steve is moving into a permanent room in a local B and B, so I might even have a few hours' freedom. I feel optimistic.
