We buried Miss Missionary today. Miss London seemed sad but ok and was mentioned frequently throughout the service. Our minister got a bit nervous in an unscripted moment and said something about us all joining Miss Missionary in heaven. He graciously laughed as people ribbed him about his eagerness to have us all die!
I was appointed co-ordinator for the afternoon tea and every one of my team were more experienced than I am at organising these kinds of functions. These are church ladies with capital letters and they know stuff but they all deferred to me and worked together to put on one of the most generous afternoon teas I have seen in one place.
On the subject of food, I am not able to start my new job yet because I have to pass a criminal history check and some criminal out there has been using my name. Eventually somebody will figure out that I have never been caught.
After a long day it was nice to be driven home by my daughter, allowing me to snap the brilliant sunset.