I was browsing the obituary column in the Star when by chance I spotted the one for a very dear family friend. Although the funeral was that afternoon I knew my brother would want to attend with me. Unfortunately he was out playing golf so I couldn't contact him but I felt I had to go to represent the family so I rushed off to Brimmington Crem.
I joined the small group which was gathering. I couldn't see anyone I knew but more people were arriving and I was confident I would know her Grandson when I saw him. I still hadn't seen him when the now larger group, which I was in the middle of, began filing into the Crem. It slowly began to dawn on me that I was at the wrong funeral. Same first and second name age 92, what's the chances of that?
Well, what could I do? After the service I thanked the Vicar, told him it was a lovely service, we agreed that Joan was a marvellous person. I said “Yes, I would be joining them for tea and a bite at the Hotel.”
I legged it as quick as I could.