Update: Before I left work tonight I went in to feed the fish and found one of the orange ones had snuffed it too. Something is not at all well in their world, I'm going to have to get the water tested. That's if they are still alive tomorrow; other wise it will be pointless and a waste of my Saturday to boot.

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A minute’s silence, if you please. One of the angel fish has today past away.
*Deep sigh*

This was after we lost Bruce the Shark earlier – unfortunately, he for some alone reason decided to try and swim between two small rocks and got himself lodged. Death by drowning I suppose. We’re not doing very well with the fish just lately and after a quite fraught morning / week / two weeks at work I decided that the only option left to me was to either join him, and let’s be honest I’d never fit in that tank or raid the petty cash tin and buy some more. I decided that this time I was extremely stressed and that £10’s worth of new fish probably won’t do me much good. So I spent £40.00 instead.

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Getting out of the shower yesterday morning I managed to tread on one of those clear plastic clip covers from the top of the disposable razors. I may just have spoken a few choice words after screaming and pitching headlong into the wall. It actually cut into my foot and it started bleeding – real blood I’ll have you know. Mine!

Both the Child and Himself denied all knowledge of actually dropping it on the floor and not into the conveniently placed bin that is in the bathroom – in fact, assumptions were cast in my direction, as I was always nicking the razors to shave my legs. Apparently my foot wasn’t half as bad as some of the cuts Himself has had on his face after he’d ended up using the blunt razor I’d put back on the side. I’m pretty sure that if I murdered either or both of them a court would accept a plea of self defence. It was hell walking in high heeled boots and it was all their fault.

It was my friend’s dad funeral yesterday; which was as all funeral are – very sad. It’s one of those times that you can’t help thinking of loved ones you’ve lost yourself, the service was particularly moving.

Although the fact we lost the funeral cortège did give everyone something to laugh at later. Which as everyone else, other than the hearse, the funeral car, Val’s sisters and then us – a grand total of four vehicles in all – went straight to the crematorium, it took a bit of doing.

We were testing youngest on his road signs, basically as we were travelling along the road we were pointing out signs and getting him to tell us what they meant. All was fine until we reached the main traffic island into Worcester.

We spotted a sign that Youngest didn’t know and Himself was telling child what it stood for, then automatically indicated and turn down the road – unfortunately there are two roads that lead to the crematorium - the one we took and the one the cortège took.

Not a problem, both of those roads join at another traffic island about three miles on, so we drove slowly and eventually turned onto the road to the crematorium. We were driving along and my dad pointed out that they didn’t appear to be up in front, we must have driven too slowly and missed them.

Um. No.

At this point child points out that the hearse is now behind us. We’re leading the cortège. Himself quickly pulls over and the driver signals and goes past. I’ll just point out that Fiancée’s mum works for the Undertakers and is sat in the front of the hearse.

She goes past, staring straight ahead, with a very big grin on her face. She is then followed by Tracy and Co and Val’s sisters. They don’t even try to hide the fact that they’re laughing at us.

The crematorium was packed – must have been nearly a hundred people stood outside. The Hearse and Funeral car pulled in and Val’s sister, with us now following again drove on to the car park. Which was full. Not only was the car park full, but there wasn’t even a space in the side road. We all ended up parking miles away. The whole service was held up as they waited for us to turn up again.

The whole incident did make us all laugh at the wake afterwards – it was like something out of a carry on film, but everyone felt that he’d been give a good send off and really that was all that mattered.

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Himself insisted we go into town later that afternoon. He decided that with all that has happened of late – and I’ve not mentioned even half of it here, I could do with something nice to cheer me up, and according to Him, he knew just the thing.

I argued against it; Christmas is coming up and the wedding is getting nearer but I still ended up with the camera tripod that I’ve been thinking about for ages. I do have a real problem justifying spending money on myself, which Himself just can’t get his head around – apparently I was due a ‘happy’ and the amount of enjoyment I get from taking photos meant it was money well spent as far as he was concerned. I’m so lucky to have found and married someone as special as him.

I tried out the night setting on the camera, it allows you to take photos in the dark without the flash but you have to use a tripod with it as the slightest of movements results in blurred pictures.

So, More Pumpkin Pictures…..