Wednesday.
A day of reflection and of quiet tears, we went to Joe's funeral at Rushcliffe Oaks. It was lovely, very moving, but a perfect celebration of a life. Tastefully done.
We thought a lot of Joe. He made us welcome here, when others did not. He made us laugh. The times before covid when we used to go over to the weekly exercise classes at the centre and He and Kev would play up like two naughty schoolboys. Anne and I would shake our heads, but laugh at their antics. Vowing to split them up and not let them sit together. But really, loving what soon became the weekly entertainment.
Then Covid happened, those initial weeks of glorious sunshine and clear skies sitting outside, chatting at a safe distance. Again he would have us in stitches with his down to earth humor. Bless him. His and Anne's gentle encouragement when I started by rehab for my broken ankle. Learning to walk again on the path round the bungalows and later on round the block.
We got the bus down to The Shepherds, and crossed the road. We were a bit early and sat in the memorial gardens for a little while, after all it was a lovely day, slightly warm and sunny.
As we walked towards the crematorium we heard a hey, and Linda Hallam, a friend from work, called us over, Joe was a relative, we had no idea. We went in, took our seats in front of Denise and Janet. Its quite a nice building and at least they don't do that awful curtain or sliding door thing at the end of the eulogy. The coffin just sits there on the plinth until everyone has chance to walk past and pay their respects. Pretty tasteful if you ask me. I never did like that horrible " disappearing " bit if I'm honest. We all know its the last goodbye, without making slightly creepy, (says me who loves creepy!) But you know what I mean. Goodnight sweet Prince, may hoards of angels wing you to your rest.
Afterwards Denise and Janet offered us a lift back and we went over the community centre for the wake. We had a chat to those who turned up, Anne and her Daughter, And Jean and Isobel, after a couple of cups of coffee we came away. Got the bus and headed back to the Shepherds for lunch. Two main reasons, one we had exhausted all our polite chit chat, and two Mr Busy turned up, no doubt to fill his plate at the buffet, and see what gossip he was missing. Really can't stand the man, and I avoid him at all costs. I find it hard to be civil to someone who made our first few months living here a bloody nightmare. Kev chats to him, out of politeness, he good at that, me I'm like my spirit animal the octopus, I bear grudges and throw shells at people I don't like. It's obvious with me if I am not keen on you, and there's no mistaking my intolerance. Sorry, not sorry.
We got the Cotgrave into Bridgeford after lunch as there isn't a return bus that way back through the village due to the roadworks.
We got off the bus, went in Iceland and then caught the Cotgrave back home. They were all still over at the centre, but we didn't go back across.
We were expecting deliveries, the curtains for the bedroom ( plain dark green to compliment the background on the bedding) and the coffee pods from Tassimo, Kev's taken out a monthly subscription of the ones we really like, saving us the hassle of trudging round looking for them, and money to boot, as you get them at a reduced cost direct from them.
Both parcels came. We will possibly put the curtains up tomorrow when we get back from my blood test ( checking my anemia levels) and seeing Dorothy at Lings Bar. We said we'd go see her while she is in there. We will more than likely do a bit of shopping at Morrisons while we are at it, save us having to go out Friday.