This Dealing With Feelings As They Occur Instead Of Bottling Them Up lark's quite effective.
Still no date for the funeral, but it's likely to be on a Friday. So this week's unlikely (or I'd have been told by now, I'd hope) but next week is possible-tending-to-probable.
Except *that* weekend I've just been invited to a Real, Honest to Goodness, Rock Star's Wedding*.
Arse.
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*An old friend from Uni is marrying Peter-the-guitarist-with Goldblade. Who, ok, might not be a rock star in the country-pile-and-Bentley sense, but does have a record deal.