Those two caught me off balance.

The crem was indeed in a most peculiar place and I have to admit to chuckling at the fireplace firms advertising hoarding (sp) most odd and no signs for the crem at all. It really was in the middle of an industrial estate.
I did ask Nick if it was appropriate to start a funereal rant he replied jst bear in mind that Garfield could see everything. Sorry Garfield but I don't think you will be offended by this.
I was in a fury that the funeral started 10 minuses early.
Nick went ahead of Growler Mr C and I and when he got to the door started gesticulating wildly.We made our way to the doors of the building, me hobbling/limping/going backwards, (I'm fine once I have got a bit of momentum going but it takes a while) Growler at a fair lick and Mr C trying to support me with his left arm (the rest of him was attached) and they were shut. Quietly burst through the doors Nick was seated rev was in place the eyes of the disapproving usher if that is what they were called, indicated we should sit on the right we sat on the left next to Nick, some shuffling ensued to ensure that Nick was on the outside next to the isle. I do believe I heard the hound chuckling.
The service was short and the bit that got me was the fact that in this day and age there was no inclusion of any other faiths or none faiths. It was not the families doing in any was it was a standard service but it just assumed that we were all christians, a big no no in my eyes but that is just me.
Growler brought me some beautiful flowers which have takedv pride and place here in the van and will be taken home too. I did indeed get loads of Growler hugs

and delivered one from Boogs as instructed and gave him some Miss C hugs. A hugathon it was I tells you.
The rest went as described elsewhere other than one last thing which I am hugging close at the moment but will tell tomorrow.
Service starting early....Arse.
