Older and Fatter
...and that’s not me (for a change)It’s true what they say about funerals. You all come together for them, and slowly you’re picked off one by one.
All my relatives – expectedly older – not as expectedly fatter. I realise how well I’ve fared in 25 years, aches and pains aside.
The funeral was good, as far as they go. East Birmingham brought to a crawl at 12 noon. The carriage was rather elegant and it was a good send off. There were tears and reminiscing. I spoke to many of my cousins who I haven’t seen in years. Dad being one of five, and mum being one of six; I’ve got plenty of them.
I had a lot to drink courtesy of Jason buying (for a change) and fell asleep all the way back to Northampton in my dad’s car – in fact we all did, apart from parents. It was like being children again.
And now I sit here again, alone in this half-finished flat, listening to Sheryl Crow drone on.
I’ve got a nice cup of tea and I’m sitting in my pants, so all is well in life.
I’ve stopped feeling so dizzy too, so thank goodness for that. I feel like I’ve been bumbling along recently, but I can’t be. I think it’s a come down from a change in jobs, but anyway
I’m not drinking alcohol this evening
(for a change)
Last modified: Tuesday, February 17th, 2026 at 10:07am
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