Has it only been 36? I was wondering that as I made my way, yawning, from the train station to the bus station this evening. It all started at about half past eight on Sunday morning ...
Sister-in-law phoned to say that Mother-in-law had died. We got ready and drove up to Derby where Father-in-law (Pop) had, against doctors' advice, discharged himself from hospital. Husband and Sisters-in-law consoled Pop and each other with hugs, words and tissues while I did what I do best in times of crisis: made lots of cups of tea and fed people.
It's very difficult cooking in someone else's kitchen. The peeler doesn't peel, the knife doesn't cut and surely there must be a measuring jug somewhere? There was but I never did find the oven gloves. And I must remember to tell Pop that the non-stick frying pan he used to have may not be non-stick since I set it on fire.
Husband is staying with Pop until the funeral (next Tuesday) but I came home on the train this afternoon. Younger Son is going to Exeter university tomorrow to talk to someone about possible research options so I've got to be here to look after George. YS will stay with Daughter tomorrow night and on Wednesday George and I will drive down to Devon and join them. And some time after that I'll go back up to Derby.
But it was quite a pleasant train journey this afternoon. At one moment I thought it was going to be a disaster as I discovered I'd left my glasses in Father-in-law's house but, fortunately, I had an old pair in my bag. (I also left my coat there but it didn't rain either.) It was a cross-country train meandering through little stations, green fields, alongside the Trent canal and next to the mighty Severn river. All very pretty and I even spotted a heron.
The next part of the journey from Newport to Swansea was much less pleasant in an overcrowded train and with a telephone idiot opposite me for part of the route. And I was the only person, amongst lots of young men, who offered a pregnant lady my seat! Though, to be fair she wasn't very heavily pregnant and, because of the overcrowding, they might not have noticed her. But they must have noticed me standing to offer her my seat - which she turned down.
The other thing I left in Derby was a piece of sirloin steak that was too much for Pop for dinner last night and which I'd packed up ready to bring home for George. Don't tell him, will you?