19 September
And so the UK remains united – at least for now!
Wales, England and Ulster are now looking to Westminster to see what happens
with all the new special powers that have been promised to Scotland. Some of
the city and regional are now looking for new powers too. I can see a time
coming when England will be divided up into smaller and smaller regions and we
will then end up in confusion of mini-states that will cause more problems that
it fixes.
Jan and I are at last settling down a little after
mother’s funeral. We had no idea how many would turn up for it but only twelve
did so. Three of those were not family members, a friend from church and two
staff from her care home. Whatever, mother is physically gone, but she won’t be
forgotten. Jan has kept some of her ashes to be incorporated into a ring,
something I didn’t know could be done.
We have been shaken quite a bit by the cost of it all,
and even more so considering we don’t have anything in place for ourselves. The
last couple of days we have been looking at over 50 plans. Two local independent
undertakers have quote us just over £100 a month to cover both of us. That is
far too much for us to afford. The SunLife plan looks OK but we need to get
answer for a few more questions which are not clear in the paperwork which has
arrived here. The Coop seem to be making the best offer right now and next week
sometime we will be looking to see them about it in more depth.
The thinks is folks, it’s something we all should be
thinking about. Cremation costs are on the increase regularly; here in Dorktown
it’s just been increased by £60 and seems to increase every three months or so.
Gas price increases are causing that I think. But it’s there folks, it really
is.
Anyway, I’m hoping that I can now get down to writing
this blog daily again now. So with that in mind then, I offer today’s photo …
A
starling
And today’s funny …
Lauren
was frustrated. She had complained dozens of times to her daughter about her
newest gag of kissing the bathroom mirror immediately after applying lipstick,
but it was all to no avail. Finally, one day after spending a half hour
scrubbing the mirror, only to find another kiss mark an hour later, Lauren had
enough. “Lizzy!” she hollered, “What?” came her daughter’s reply through her
bedroom door. I can’t find the toilet brush that I’ve been using to clean the
bathroom mirror. Do you have any idea where it is?” After hearing the gagging
from behind the bedroom door, Lauren knew her days of cleaning kiss marks off
of mirrors were over.
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