Out Of Time, Again

I've not really done too much for the last day or so, other than sleep. We set off to Manchester in the very early hours of Friday morning, having finally been given a conclusive date for Mum's funeral. Trying to clear everything that needed to be put in order before leaving meant not having too much time to get any sleep from Sunday onwards, so once aboard the plane and not having any responsibilities other than to travel in the right direction I took advantage of the numerous invitations to doze off, and did so most emphatically. And continued to do so once we arrived at Maureen and John's. And then slept even more deeply at John and Jeanette's, where we've established our base of operations for the week ahead. And most comfortable and welcoming it is.

It feels very strange indeed leaving behind the expected routine of work at this time.