I was supposed to go to a funeral today but when I got up this morning I just didn’t have it in me to go. Mr P was going so I said he could represent our family. I seem to be reaching some kind of depressing events threshold. They were all going out drinking afterwards at one of the shittier local hotels 😬 definitely count me out, would rather stay home than deal with drunken people today. Especially people who had already started squabbling about money barely a day after she died. I felt a bit guilty though, especially seeing as I’d taken the day off work to go, so I had a go at repairing the dishwasher and succeeded! Am kind of enjoying having a day off that’s not a public holiday.