2nd December 2019
The buyer of the small table came to collect. He was delighted with it, so I didn’t mention the amount of extra work I had to put into it to finish it to the standard I wanted.
We had to meet Matt at the cemetery to pick out the plot for the burial. The cold wind blew across the many lumps of grey granite that stuck out of the ground like jagged teeth.
We found a plot adjacent to a row of trees that bordered the field. It was an appropriate place as Dave did not socialise with strangers easily, so won’t get disturbed by the neighbours.
It was intended to have an extra space next to the plot for expansion, morbid but understandable. The tradition is for the casket to be oriented east to west, with the feet to the east. I thought it would be more appropriate for his feet to point towards Bob Evans, as that was a favourite place for him to have breakfast, but I kept it to myself, nobody likes a smart mouth.
Later that evening we sold the four dining chairs that we got for free. So “four chairs for us”.
Another Lifetime to go 