End of the week

An arduous morning. The funeral director. It has to be done and is all so expertly managed, but of course, at heart it’s a sales script they’re taking you through. All those add ons. You know what, I don’t think we will, but thanks. 
Afterwards we sat awhile and discussed next steps at the bar in Colinton Rd over the way. The one that the daughter worked in while she was a student. It’s now called Dine Craiglockhart. Pension day so home via a place to pick up treats, and some relaxation before setting up a BBQ for the daughter and grandnippers. 
I had such an enjoyable time, as did we all, I think. Fine weather, cold drinks, and a very lovely photo (thanks to the SK). How I'd wish to be remembered.