Our day out

Well, half a day. In any case, it was a lovely one, despite the fact that it started with the funeral of one of Mum's remaining old colleagues. Now she's the last one left from her generation. I hope I'll be allowed to keep her in good health for years to come yet.

The ceremony was lovely, if you can use that expression for the Mass of the Dead. No, it really was: simple, with well-known chorals, a small choir of about five or six young people, and the priest had some very personal words as he knew the deceased, which is a rarity in these days. For the first time in years, I actually felt comfortable in the church, and it was nice.
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