I was having coffee with a couple of colleagues in their 20s the other day and asked whether they had plans for the long weekend. They had. They were going to festivals I had barely heard of to hear bands I had never heard of. “Have you any plans yourself?” they asked politely.
“No, none at all,” I said, “no wait, actually, I’m going to a funeral in the midlands on Saturday morning but other than that, I have nothing planned.” I think I might be 102.
You can’t beat a good funeral.
Even in your 20s you didn’t know the bands!
That’s funny (sibling).
The only time our family gets together is at funerals. Weddings are when people selectively invite the bits of the expanded family they like, but it’s open season at funerals.
My weekends are quiet as being retired we tend to go out and do things in the week, and then let the workers and their children have fun while we put our feet up.
It has rained so much in Somerset that we have not had a braai (bar b q to you) since Easter.
Little did I know Charles, Conor, quite how relevant your funeral comments would be. Sibling, Jennifer, I am rising above.