"RIP Grandma Not"

Wot a day yesterday was.

We were just leaving for Mog’s big day with her calves and Mr Not decided to ring Grandma Not. Poor love rang just as his Mum died. Luckily, peacefully and at home and this was how she, and the rest of us wanted it.

Isn’t it strange the way things like that happen? Both LC and I woke up 5 minutes before the phone rang me to tell me my Mum had died. I am sure we are all tuned in to those we love.

Mr Not astounded me. He had a quiet few minutes and then just upped and loaded the horsebox with the two calves and got on with the day for Mog. It probably helped that the last thing Grandma said to Mog on Friday was “go and enjoy yourself and take loads of photos for me”. So that is what we did ... for her!

Mog and her calf won First in her Class and First in her Section and LC (thank goodness or we would never have heard the last of it) won Second in Class and Second in Section! LC then went on to get 4th place in Youth Handler out of about 25 children. They did it for Grandma Not!

So back to reality. Usky has decided to have a break from his recouperation and is coming over to bloh-farm-sit. Daisy-cow is off to meet her new boyfriend today (I am taking a step-ladder as Daisy being half-Angus isn’t exactly petite and her little Dexter boyfriend is tiny!). We will all need earplugs as her baby, Alfie (Garnet) will be distraught with no milk to comfort him!

Then funeral to organise on (your) Monday, flights to book and we will be in the Motherland by next week. The problem seems to be the return flight as everyone seems to be coming home from their travels to start the new University and School term.

I am feeling quite nervous. I have looked forward to coming home for so long. I think I am now worried that the reality won’t live up to the memory. Mr Not is so disparaging about 'Hingerland'; the crime, the dirt etc, etc and always says how much he hates the hustle and bustle when he goes home. It has made me think that absinthe has made the heart grow fonder. The kids are just looking foward to the family reunion. I think that is a healthy way to look at a funeral. A celebration of life and of family.

Be on your best behaviour will you? No nasty murders, no major political upheavals ... just for me