Zedoary is the only word I can find starting with Zed. Sorry. It’s rather like ginger but with a bitter aftertaste and is also known as white turmeric.
Actually, I really like bitter tastes. You know that stuff you paint on a child’s nails to stop biting? My mother tried that on me, several decades ago (obv) and I licked it all off. It wasn’t so much that it tasted good, but that it was intriguing. It’s like those smells that are so peculiar that you can’t resist another sniff to see if it reminds you of anything else yet. Or is that just me?
Right, shall we move on…
Today, I went to visit Dave. He did visit the doctor and I’ll let him tell you about that tomorrow. It took me a few minutes to find his house – I *almost* remembered how to get there (I’ve only visited him at home once before, when I also had the pleasure of meeting the charmingly suave Rog, and was shown Lily’s plastic box which she travels in for hygiene reasons. I didn’t meet Murph, a loss which I still lament). The turning to his road was nearly hidden by overgrown bushes, so I overshot a bit.
Actually, I nearly funked the germ thingy and didn’t knock, but I was brave in the end, and was glad I did. Poor lovely Dave – he’s looking quite thin and in need of much cake.
After that, I went on to a funeral in Norwich. The chap who’d died was only 46 but had been a dedicated smoker of various substances, most of them tobacco, for many years, and lung cancer got him. It was, I think, the third totally secular funeral I’ve been to (not all the religious ones were Christian) and was moving and very personal. Not saying more there, of course, there’s a loving family to whom it’s private, but I’ll tell you the music, because we’ve been talking about funeral music elsewhere (blogwise, I mean, brought on by the clergypeople who find some secular music hard to deal with at a somewhat religious ceremony).
As we came in – Rock the Casbah – Rachid Taha
While flowers etc were put on the coffin – Feeling Good – Nina Simone
While people were sharing memories – Chaconne – Bach
As the curtains closed – Sheena is a Punk Rocker – The Ramones
As we left – Blitzkrieg Bop – The Ramones
I hardly knew him, but he had dear and lifelong friends. ‘Bye, William, a lot of people will miss you.