After the wake a few of us went to a local pub to have a carvery, partly to make sure that Granddad ate properly with everything that was going on. I’ve never lost someone that close to me before and can’t imagine how lost he must be feeling, especially as they had known each other for seventy two years. It must have been a touch overwhelming yesterday, but I suppose it was better for him to be surrounded by people who love him. Once it was all over, Jack and Kelly and I watched a catch-up episode of Coronation Street (something I haven’t seen in years so made very little sense to me) and Splash. We were all pretty knackered after a long day, I had to travel and they had work, so I was in bed for ten o’clock and certainly didn’t want to get up this morning.

My sister Mary picked me up and drove me to the train station, and I had a coffee with her and my dad before my train left. It was nice to spend time with her and have promised to keep in touch, especially as I have done very little Uncle-ing with my three nephews.

The journey back to Nottingham was pretty uneventful, I alternated between sleep and reading Down And Out in Paris and London. It was four o’clock when I arrived back in Nottingham, and had already arranged to not take part in tonight’s NottinghamLIVE. Mandi didn’t come with me to the funeral so I haven’t seen her since Monday morning. I didn’t think it fair for me to have to dash off to do a radio show after all that. Listening to the second hour of the show, (didn’t catch the first hour due to eating, showering, dog walking and such tasks) they seemed to be coping well enough without me and delivered a good show with a live set from Samuel P that sounded brilliant.

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