so close but yet so far...

i finally talked to my ex-sister-in-law this evening. she'd texted me during the day but i thought it best to talk this evening once i got home and settled. until this morning she'd had no way to get in touch with me properly as the landline was changed ages ago when i moved from virgin to sky.

so now i really want/need to get to cornwall on wednesday...
know i don't do funerals - and the only one i've done since i've made the rule was for my best friend. feel as though i should go to my ex-husband's service though.

it is the ultimate closure for me and i'd like to be there for his sister that was always so lovely to me. i'd also like to be there in person to ask more questions as it turns out he died of liver disease...he had the perfect life for himself - drinking and surfin'
but it does still make me wonder...

did he also have hepC ???

but damn how far away is cornwall> tis no sense to how long it takes to get somewhere in this tiny little country!

and there's only one flight a day out of stanstead...
the only thing that i can figure is fly out early early wednesday morning and then get the last train back into london. so get a 6am flight and a 5pm train back - which doesn't get into paddington til almost midnight.

6 hours on a train, an hour or so flying plus check in and the time it takes to get to stanstead (its the opposite way makes no sense!!!)

this is the first time that i really wished that i still drove, had a car, and could just take off after my doc appointment tomoro night and stay somewhere on the way or something...ugh!

and i just found out the service is at 3:30pm so don't even think i can do it...

the alternative is to go back with his sister in the summer for a nice trip and to spread his ashes.

monday morning back in bed

...but this time because of snow!
and london just seems to be closed.

i must have got the last train back into london from fishie's last night as the fatman i was spposed to have a meeting with this evening is still stuck in yorkshire. got back to a very very very pretty snow covered london - quieter streets than usual and the usual road construction around here meant alot of the sidestreets were untouched...but also meant no buses, and with the victoria line on usual weekend lockdown there was no chance of a nice reunion with the lovely fiance...so my daughter and i had a lovely bottle of wine and got a bit tipsey then joined some strangers on the street for a midnight snowman building competition (photos to follow)

so i'm double prozac'd and in bed working...

...might finally see the fiance if the snow resides and the one tube line that is running still holds!

now is wish i'd just stayed in bristol with fishie though.
miss taking the isis dog for walks - today would be brilliant in this weather!