Auntie Isabelle's funeral yesterday was really sad but it went as well as a funeral can be expected to go.
Unfortunately I'm going to another next Wednesday... an old school friend died of cancer after a very brave fight.
It's one of those 'wear something bright and don't come in black' sort of funerals.
Now call me old fashioned but I like a bit of black at a funeral. A lot of black actually. Everybody matching. Very smart. At my funeral everyone has to wear black. With a bit of white if they wish. But NO colours. Black and white only or you can't come in. Big black hats totally welcome of course.