Today we went to the cemetery to bury Katrin’s ashes. I didn’t take flowers. I didn’t realise I was supposed to take flowers. Everyone else took flowers apart from Bil, who didn’t as he bumped into D and mother in the florist and they were already getting flowers.
Was I supposed to know that I should have thought of taking flowers? This is the part of life that makes me wonder about myself – it didn’t occur to me to think about what I should take. Just like when all the rest of them were buying magazines and gifts to put in the coffin, I didn’t do any of that either. I don’t care any less, or hurt any less, but I didn’t write letters or bring flowers. I didn’t take Tim with me either, and both the other partners turned up – somehow I’d assumed that this would be just family and Bil, but given no one had actually spoken to me about it it wasn’t surprising that I didn’t get it right. Then again, I suppose they are family in that J is married, and K is engaged and would have been getting married this Friday.
We went on for something to eat afterwards – I sat and felt like an alien, as I pretty much always do, as they share recollections that I either wasn’t there for, or that I just don’t recall that way. I’m tired tonight and not overly coherent – Tim realised that I needed some headspace of my own and when I got back early with the children (A chucked me out even though there were a couple of hours of the working day left by the time I got back to school) I went and joined the library rather than trying to socialise and have spent a lovely hour looking through Drawing and Painting Fantasy Worlds and Complete Origami: Techniques and Projects for All Levels
I think I may do some more reading. I’ve got lots of muttar paneer to eat – I need practise making it though, it really doesn’t have a lot of flavour. Still worth it, lots cheaper than buying it in a ready meal, and no nasty plastic tray to dispose of.




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