Feeling fabulous for a funeral

I have to ask, 'Why do I bother?'

Yesterday I'd been invited out for lunch by Lily, from our women's bible study group. Before I went I made a cake for the birthday of one of our regular Zaccers. We had a lovely lunch then I came home and iced the cake nicely.

After bible study yesterday evening we lit candles and presented the cake to the birthday boy. He walked up, looked at it, said, 'oh,' and walked away again. He didn't even blow out his candles until I called him back to do so.

I didn't expect him to fall on my neck in gratitude but a 'thank you' with a smile would have been nice. Or even just a smile.

Mutter, mutter. To be fair though he was an exception. Most people are very happy with my cakes. 

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On Friday I am going to the funeral of the wife of Rowland, Zac's 'tribal elder'. I didn't know her but know and want to support Rowland his daughter. We've been asked to wear 'something you feel fabulous in'.

I don't feel fabulous in anything. Except maybe a ball gown and that might not be appropriate. 

I feel quite good in my little black dress - but if I wear that it will look as if I'm dressing for a funeral not in something I feel fabulous in. Even if I almost do. Oh, the dilemma.

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For a few weeks I've been unable to locate my bible. I've had to use my old one or the internet. 

Last night I found it. In the airing cupboard. 

There is a sensible explanation: I'd spilled water on it and put it there to dry out. And forgotten about it, as is my wont. And that gives me an idea for my next article for The Bay magazine.