On a cold, dull and windy day, an unfortunate misunderstanding and row with Diana after which we reconciled with lunch at Brackenbury’s and tended Mum's grave where I repaired its display. Diana and I started to look through Mum's photograph collection today and found it fascinating.
A poor night and then not a very good day. I had gone to bed with Diana at 8.30pm as she wanted an early night - only to find her feigning sleep instead of taking an interest in me. I tried to sleep but had to give up and get up again. Then the morning started by being a bit late with the dog so that I was not able to accompany the girls to the bus stop. Then Sam ran off with another dog whose owner just strode away hoping that if he went far and fast enough, Sam would get worried and come back to me. Of course, he did not and, having nearly completed my walk of the gravel pits, I had to go off again to help recover him.
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All this meant that I was not back home until just before 10.00am and, although I offered to take Diana to Cambridge and get her there by 10.30am in time to meet her Mum, she was not talking to me and thought I had deliberately thwarted her because she was not receptive last night. I eventually got her to talk but it was too late for Cambridge by them. We made it up and went through the remaining cards together to update our guest list and then drove over to the cemetery to take another look at the flowers and take the names there. We were glad that we did because the earth mound had collapsed, leaving great gaps and so I came back for my bucket and spade and evened the mound, getting more soil from the corner of the field to make a regular shape. We then reset the flowers and took some nice photographs of the resulting display.
Off to St Neots where we popped into see the funeral director and gave them the donations we received, and I offered Diana lunch in Brackenbury's. The afternoon completing more estate work and correspondence. The cycle seems endless; first you write off to claim an asset, then you prove your entitlement, then you complete a form and so it goes on like a game of Ping-pong where you weary of keeping the ball in the other court. A very strict training session with Sam this evening at the end of a fine but cold, dull and windy day. Diana and I started to look through Mum's photograph collection today and found it fascinating.