I have been away for much of last week at Hatfield for dear P`s funeral. I had heartwarming meetings up with my dear extended family. Sister J, brother P, and I were together and we appreciated each other`s company. Brothers and sisters have known each other for longer than anyone else: husbands, children, grandchildren and we have so many shared memories.
We had an Experience the day after the funeral, with brother P, who cut his face on the car door in a stressful multi-storey car park. Firstly the manager of Loch Fyne where we went to have lunch, turned out to be a phenomenal first aider. He really went to town on P`s face It was a work of art with blue sticking plaster. Later, it bled and bled, (due to his being on Warfarin) so P and I spent a few hours in an eerily quiet A and E doing the crossword, until about 1.30 am. A cheerful nurse, discussing the Grand National, applied a seaweed dressing to stop the bleeding. It was not a bit like A and E on the telly, no drama at all thank goodness, and no binge drinkers who had been in fights, though it was a Friday night.
B Wiggins has stood up bravely to all these coming and goings though he did have a nasty adventure the previous week when J took him to the IOW and he managed to fall off a sea wall and had to be rescued from the crashing waves by grand son R who jumped in to save him. He now walks on three legs for some of the time but he did not break any bones, he`s just a bit bruised. He was quite happy staying in a strange house and apart from having to be restrained from attacking Auntie P`s collection of teddy bears he behaved well.
A strange thing occurred while I was away. My expensive varifocal specs disappeared shortly before the funeral. Sadly I was unable to join in with the hymns. I searched high and low, moved furniture, turned out bags, all to no avail, and had given up, when they mysteriously reappeared by my bed the next morning. Was it an angel? Or did B. Wiggins hide them and then he suddenly thought better of it?