I wrote to friends in Canada yesterday, whom I hadn’t contacted for several months – though nor had they written to me – and I haven’t heard back yet, I hope they’re all right. I’ve also written today to an old friend and distant cousin of Russell’s in Atlanta. She sent a card and letter, so I’ve reciprocated – not posted yet, I’ll do that tomorrow. I’m making valiant efforts to keep in touch with people, I’m really not very good at it and still owe a lot of letters. It’d be easier if everyone read my blog, really.
That court case I mentioned back in the summer, I’ve finally settled out of court for, frankly, a derisory sum but the man is beyond the pale and I won’t waste more thought on him. I called him a rude word at the end, having kept polite throughout, which achieves nothing but slightly relieves my feelings.
In today’s post, I received a testing kit. Yes, it’s good old bowel cancer testing time again. I remember the last time – you get cardboard spatulas with which to do smears on card. Yes, it’s that horrid. And it’s not nearly as simple to do as the instructions suggest. Mind you, they start by recommending *either* toilet paper *or* gloves, which doesn’t quite install confidence.
I called on a friend, whose father died last week. Her husband had been going to come and look at various plumbing jobs in the annexe, but had been overtaken by the event, and then by a request to construct a cardboard coffin. M’s mother died a few years ago and she wanted a cardboard coffin, but it turned out not to be as eco-friendly as they expected, as it was lined with MDF and really rather expensive to boot. So this time, V jokingly suggested he could make it – and then was taken up on the suggestion, to his horror. He’s done it, and the splendid local independent undertaker was accommodating, which many such establishments wouldn’t have been, I’m sure. But if you want to go down the bio-degradable route, I’d recommend doing some research first.