Tomorrow is the funeral of DH’s aunt - his mother’s sister and the last of that generation. She was 92 and had a good death. She still lived in the house where DH and his sister were born and was their ‘home base’ for years during their childhood as they were a military family. In normal times we would have gone to the funeral but tomorrow we are logging in to a webcast of the funeral. It feels rather strange of course - I’ve printed a Do not disturb note to put on the front door but other than that, it’s all a bit disconcerting . I hope it goes well - they’re a lovely family ( there’s 3 adult children, DHs cousins) who welcomed me into their family so warmly. I sort of feel I should dress quite smartly and put shoes on. Does that sound a bit odd?
Venezuela earthquakes, is £2million all the UK can afford to send for the relief effort?
“We start school too early in the UK!”
Govt announces Ukrainian style scheme to bring thousands more migrants to UK
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