A few weeks ago Margie's aunty Bid 'went away' (to use a translation of a Swedish euphemism for dying). The Funeral was today. This is the second family funeral this year, and the second one I haven't been to.
Aunty Bid was over 90. She'd lived the last time in a very nice home in St. Albans, where we saw her earlier this year.
Margie flew over to England on Sunday, and returns home tomorrow, so I've been at home alone. Nothing very remarkable about that really. I managed to get up this morning in time to ride over to the swimming pool (about 5km) swim a km and then on to work.
On Sunday evening I cooked a couple of pies after cleaning the several litres of mushrooms we picked on Saturday. Most of the mushrooms went into the pies, but we did have some for lunch before Margie caught her plane (or was it on Saturday, I forget now). I also made an Apple crumble, and a plum crumble, so if I can resist eating it all up there should be some over for the guests I am expecting on Friday.
This coming weekend is one of two occasions that the Mazer String Quartet Soc. organises a play-in at a nice place called Riddersvik. This time two of my friends from England are coming, as is a local cellist, so we'll be a quartet, although we will probably only play together for one or two sessions. The rest of the time we'll be mixed up with all the other members, play all sorts of music, and eat and drink and generally have a good time.
Well I'd better go home to be alone some more!
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