We arrived back from the tropics of Somerset on Sunday evening after an emotional few days. The village church was full for the funeral, OH held it all together well to deliver a very fine eulogy and the service ended with a bugler playing the Last Post and Reveille. Now comes the hard part for my mother in law, as she has to move forward and pick up her day to day living alone. Our two boys didn’t seem to know quite what to make of it all, another funeral in the disproportionately large number they seem to have attended. They were never quite as close to their grandfather as their slightly older cousins, partly due I’m sure to the combination of his deteriorating hearing and their Scottish accents and high pitched voices making communication hard work. However, I’m sure they will look back on it in years to come and be glad they were there. On a slightly lighter note, we did inflict Cranium on the assembled family one evening and one of the more memorable moments of the whole event may well turn out to be Grandma (who is tiny) trying to act out Sumo wrestler as a charade. Noone got the answer.
One of my tasks in enabling our trip south was letting the school know. (I do like these new colours!) The boys have the same guidance teacher and I had been in touch with him via email, and had asked him to let the various teachers know. I did have a sneaking suspicion, though, that it might not be that simple, so I dropped a letter at the school desk on our way out of Tranent. Meanwhile, both my husband and I received texts to let us know the boys were absent, and there was a phonecall from work about an email saying they were absent. When this was repeated the next day, and this time I wasn’t on the motorway, I phoned the school. We got home to find a letter from the school confirming that they were absent for family reasons so that was fine. But then one of the boys’ registration teachers told him this morning that he had to bring a letter in. Aaagh… Now I really don’t mind as it’s not a big issue writing a letter, and it does show that the school are on the case. But it also shows how difficult it is to get the right information to the right person in a moderately complex institution. And to be quite honest, I still don’t know exactly who I should have written to in the first place.