Funeral of an old friend

It was Margaret’s Dad’s funeral on Friday, which we watched online. There were only his three children in attendance which made it seem all the sadder, (they could have had up to twenty people there according to the current rules, but I think that they didn't want to endanger his elderly friends who might have caught Covid or the flu by attending), and the minister was a bit impersonal and even played the wrong music for one of the hymns (a modern tune rather than the traditional) which was a shame. He was such an intelligent man and a good person. 

The weather has continued to be variable this week so we have been going out for walks whenever it’s dry. This week I have turned my attention to reorganising the utility room, again the kind of thing that I won’t want to do once we can travel further. The cupboards are much more logical now and it gave me an immense feeling of satisfaction.

Jamie’s birthday was on Wednesday and he spent it white water rafting with Kerry. I have a feeling that Kerry is very important to him. He sent us some video clips and he looked so happy and relaxed. It's nearly a year since we have seen him, I wonder when we will be allowed to visit New Zealand again.

I have finished sorting out my jewellery and I have decided to start wearing it more regularly. I don’t wear much jewellery normally anyway, and for the past year hardly at all. But what is it for, if not to be worn, so today I chose a wee pair of earrings that James bought me in Shetland many years ago: a pair of silver Artic terns. And I put on a gold dolphin ring from a 1980s holiday to Zante and a freshwater pearl pendant that Cat gave me for my birthday a couple of years ago. Such happy memories.