Pain and funeral and lovely flowers

This last week can be summed up as sore, sore, sore. After my broken wrist was plastered we have had a nice quiet time in Ullapool, which is just as well because I had forgotten how painful a broken bone (or two) can be. I got a phone call from Raigmore Hospital on Monday morning to say that my radius looked ok in the second x ray so I am to go to the fracture clinic at Hairmyres when I get back to Glasgow. My main problem is that I keep using my left hand, for example to pick something up, and then pain shoots through my wrist. I’m trying my best only to use my right hand because I don’t want to slow down the healing process. 

It has still been a pleasant week in many ways. The weather has been mixed but we have been out walking around the village whenever it has been sunny. I have also done some useful admin and planning and James has been wonderful, hoovering the house and making meals as well as working in the garden. 

On Thursday we travelled down to Cambuslang because Jonathan’s funeral was the next morning. We met Jennifer at the house (she had travelled north by train) and had a nice catch-up evening with her. Then the next morning we got suited and booted and set off to South Lanarkshire Crematorium. It felt wrong to be attending the funeral of a cousin who was eight years younger than me, I can remember him as a wee boy. He was very close in age to another cousin, Brice, who died twenty years ago at the age of only 32. The funeral was a touching and positive tribute to Jonathan. The humanist celebrant told fond stories about him, and the music was great; as we went in Marillion’s Lavender was playing which reminded us of taking a young Jonathan to a Marillion concert with us many years ago. The other songs were Dougie Maclean’s Caledonia (which I adore) and Runrig’s Loch Lomond. I remember at Jonathan’s Mum Rosemary’s funeral (who was only 45 when she died) the celebrant mentioned “a short life lived well” and that could be said about Jonathan too. It’s still very sad though. 

James had to do all of the driving of course from Ullapool to Cambuslang and back, which made me feel guilty, especially when there was very heavy rain as we drove north on Friday evening. However we are now back in the cottage with the cats - and a lovely “Get Well” flower arrangement sent to me by Ally and Cat!