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mandragoraLet me join in the general squeeing over this week's Doctor Who. Scary and funny and well, the Doctor dances, you know. He really does.
Otherwise, am so very, very tired. This week I have:
Been to court.
Gone away to the Midlands on business for a couple of days.
Attended my great aunt's funeral.
Witnessed a family feud in action at the funeral, in which mother was at the heart.
Driven back from the Midlands in 32C (90F) heat in a car with no air conditioning (found out on journey that air con is broken, will be repaired on Wednesday).
Discovered The Other Side have got leave to appeal in one of my cases from the Court of Appeal (leave was refused at first instance), which has buggered us tactically, and has necessitated much running around, including having to haul leading counsel out of court where he was sitting as a judge to discuss next tactical move.
Suffered the telly in the bedroom breaking down.
Bought a new telly to replace the knackered one, tried to fit it into car, failed, arranged for delivery instead.
Spent an hour and a half trying to unscrew a door-stop to make room to get old TV out and new one into the bedroom, discovered power screwdriver is also knackered, failed to unscrew doorstop.
Cut hand, bruised arms and took chunk out of wall trying to get knackered TV off TV wallstand.
Bribed TV deliveryman to unscrew doorstop (noted with some bitterness that as has bloke's strength he had no difficulty in unscrewing it at all), and put new TV onto wallstand and take old one downstairs.
Dashed out to get electrical extension lead because new TV lead is on other side to old one and TV cord didn't reach plug.
Tried to tune TV in, failed because there is no aerial, only cable box, contacted manufacturer, finally got cable tuned in.
Collapsed onto couch to watch Doctor Who.
The great aunt was a very sweet and lovely person, who was that rare being, a lifelong churchgoer who actually lived by the tenets of the Christian faith, in that she always showed compassion and love and charity to all, and never judged others. She was never prejudiced, about anybody. She died, suddenly, of a heart attack, which is much the best way to go IMO. Her elder sister, my grandmother, is still going strong at the age of 97 and has just had her drivers' licence renewed! (No, I don't know What They Were Thinking, either). So, er, if you're ever down at Land's End in Cornwall you might want to watch out for a little old lady bombing along the lanes.
The funeral was at the family church, which was fitted out by now-deceased family members, and at which one of my great-great grandfathers was the vicar. Went to the family mausoleum, where great-great-great grandparents on down are buried. Great aunt was cremated, though. Before that there was a church service and I was very touched that the church (which is pretty big) was full, of both family and friends. Not bad for a 90 years old woman and a testament to how much she was loved. It's also unusual in Britain to attend a funeral where the vicar actually does know the deceased person, in this case for 27 years. Heathen though I am, I was very touched by the service, possibly because the vicar spoke from the heart.
Anyhow, yes, I shall miss her but, 90 years isn't a bad age and she lived a long, fruitful and mostly happy life in which she raised 2 sons and now has 5 grandchildren who are all doing well. We should all be so lucky.
Otherwise, am so very, very tired. This week I have:
Been to court.
Gone away to the Midlands on business for a couple of days.
Attended my great aunt's funeral.
Witnessed a family feud in action at the funeral, in which mother was at the heart.
Driven back from the Midlands in 32C (90F) heat in a car with no air conditioning (found out on journey that air con is broken, will be repaired on Wednesday).
Discovered The Other Side have got leave to appeal in one of my cases from the Court of Appeal (leave was refused at first instance), which has buggered us tactically, and has necessitated much running around, including having to haul leading counsel out of court where he was sitting as a judge to discuss next tactical move.
Suffered the telly in the bedroom breaking down.
Bought a new telly to replace the knackered one, tried to fit it into car, failed, arranged for delivery instead.
Spent an hour and a half trying to unscrew a door-stop to make room to get old TV out and new one into the bedroom, discovered power screwdriver is also knackered, failed to unscrew doorstop.
Cut hand, bruised arms and took chunk out of wall trying to get knackered TV off TV wallstand.
Bribed TV deliveryman to unscrew doorstop (noted with some bitterness that as has bloke's strength he had no difficulty in unscrewing it at all), and put new TV onto wallstand and take old one downstairs.
Dashed out to get electrical extension lead because new TV lead is on other side to old one and TV cord didn't reach plug.
Tried to tune TV in, failed because there is no aerial, only cable box, contacted manufacturer, finally got cable tuned in.
Collapsed onto couch to watch Doctor Who.
The great aunt was a very sweet and lovely person, who was that rare being, a lifelong churchgoer who actually lived by the tenets of the Christian faith, in that she always showed compassion and love and charity to all, and never judged others. She was never prejudiced, about anybody. She died, suddenly, of a heart attack, which is much the best way to go IMO. Her elder sister, my grandmother, is still going strong at the age of 97 and has just had her drivers' licence renewed! (No, I don't know What They Were Thinking, either). So, er, if you're ever down at Land's End in Cornwall you might want to watch out for a little old lady bombing along the lanes.
The funeral was at the family church, which was fitted out by now-deceased family members, and at which one of my great-great grandfathers was the vicar. Went to the family mausoleum, where great-great-great grandparents on down are buried. Great aunt was cremated, though. Before that there was a church service and I was very touched that the church (which is pretty big) was full, of both family and friends. Not bad for a 90 years old woman and a testament to how much she was loved. It's also unusual in Britain to attend a funeral where the vicar actually does know the deceased person, in this case for 27 years. Heathen though I am, I was very touched by the service, possibly because the vicar spoke from the heart.
Anyhow, yes, I shall miss her but, 90 years isn't a bad age and she lived a long, fruitful and mostly happy life in which she raised 2 sons and now has 5 grandchildren who are all doing well. We should all be so lucky.
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Date: 30 May 2005 09:55 (UTC)