Today's trip was the most depressing I've had to do for a while. Purchasing Rye a pair of trousers and collared t'shirt suitable for a funeral, and a pair of shoes for myself.
The funeral is on Wednesday, I'm driving up on Tuesday with a couple of friends and we're staying over at my nephew's home, then come back Wednesday after the funeral.
Very flat since finding out the date - I suppose it's becoming more and more real. I haven't laid eyes on Peter for years and years, so his death seems a bit unreal, well come Wednesday it will be very real indeed.
Have I mentioned how much I hate funerals?