Number of days since I started this blog: 86

Number of days since Dad died: 14

Tomorrow is Dad’s funeral. There will be eight of us – me, Lydia, Toby, Marnie, Charlotte, Emma and Freddie (Lydia’s two). And Mum. It has been a bit touch and go but she has finally decided that she will attend after all. And she will be wearing a black jacket and her purple crocs.

In other news, Lydia is trying to social distance from me and Mum in my back bedroom. She’s back running her school so that obviously that makes her a potential carrier, despite their stringent rules. Although Mum has had the virus and I’m apparently low risk. She takes her social responsibilities very seriously, does my sister.

And we have decided that talking to Mum about you-know-what before the funeral would be very bad timing. So we are going to cross that bridge on Saturday. I’m dreading it.

Also, Brian has invited me to meet him at the allotment for a cup of tea on Sunday, despite my stupid confession of last week. That man is a saint. Ok, not totally #smileyface.

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