After my Father's funeral in September many people told me that I had done a wonderful job. Over and over I was told how fitting the service was, and how proud he would have been. It felt important to me to do it well, and I'm pleased that his friends and family felt that I had. Our neighbours said -awkwardly (because you're not really supposed to give funeral ratings)- that it was the best funeral they had been to -'and they'd been to a lot' -
Last week a friend's grandfather died; and her family have asked me to do the flowers. I'm touched and thrilled (if that's alright to admit) So I'll be at New Covent Garden at four am tomorrow morning, to select the 'riot of colour' Opa would have enjoyed.