What a day.
Certainly not a day for a day dream (if you are old enough to know what I mean. My birthday began with a drive up to Carlisle Crematorium for the funeral of a friend and colleague. I sat beside Steve for the morning briefing every working day for 30 years. He was a great friend and a fantastic Head of Year for me to work with.
We retired together, he had had enough of the farce which modern education was becoming and I had "done my time". It was with horror that I learned on 31/10/16 that he had died through the night aged 63.
The funeral was as good as you can expect a funeral to be, the clergyman was brilliant and managed to inject humour into some situations particularly when the organist failed to play for the last verse of a hymn. The crematorium was full with standing room only and after we went to the very pub we had held our retirement "do" in. While a sad occasion it was lovely to meet so many people who had worked with us and then moved on/retired.
After the service we needed to buy a leaf blower as ours had packed up and I have two gardens thick with leaves. The shot is looking out of the garden centre cafe window as we had a coffee. Returning home we had my birthday meal Mallard and plum sauce, Pate as a starter and Eton Mess to follow.
A very strange day and one I will not readily forget.