In the morning I did some more weeding.
On the journey back to Suburbia Somnolenta, in the village of Wellvale which I always pass through, I saw a hearse belonging to the firm of funeral directors that arranged the Old Man’s funeral — I knew it was theirs from the registration number. The hearse was heading in the direction of Peakville. A little further along, on the left-hand side of the road, there is a church. There was a group of mourners nearby.
[Original posting 15 April 2012]