I like funerals. People get to say nice things about the deceased without getting embarrassed and it’s all huggy.
Last night I dreamed of my own, as I have planned it on a lochside, with a longship, masses of brushwood and my bike laid on it. All of you FB mob were there and I thought -oh how lovely, they all made it!!!! MUST have cost them a fortune!!!!
Final guest was Cap’n Jack Sparrow who looked at my bandana and tutted. He took off his tricorn and swapped it for my gold nose ring, making the joke he’d clean the bloody thing before sticking it in his ear. We all laughed. Everyone rolled up their trousers, pushed the boat out into the water and splashed petrol on it. Then it was Hi Ho Big Explosion and away I went …………..
Thanks everyone for turning out for me, for telling the truth, for saying what a nut job I was but how much you loved me and how utterly impossible I could be (and that was on a good day). I woke up really happy this morning and could walk. I went for a long stroll down by the river without my stick and said “au revoir” to the trees who are taking their leave til next Spring xxx
7 thoughts on “A damn good one!”
The trick, with recovery, I’m told, is avoid looking at how far you have to go and to focus on how far you’ve come. I hope the improvements continue.
I always think it’s such a shame we miss the one party we’re most likely to enjoy.
Don’t take this the wrong way but if you go before I do I hope you don’t mind me flirting with Cap’n Jack 🙂
Go for it! I’ll be charming his spirit!
If any of us are still around when the time comes (and probably even if we’re not) I’m sure we wouldn’t want to miss it. It sounds fab! Pleased you’re feeling better today. ❤
Oh it will be a helluva hoolie!