It's one of the strangest things, going to the funeral of someone you've never met.
Fiona's great aunt passed away a couple of weeks ago, and so it was that I ended up marching into the crematorium in Weston Super Mare yesterday, right to the front row ('reserved for family'). I sat there, feeling totally fraudulent as the life of this remarkable 103-year-old lady was explained to me. There was even a point, just after the prayers, where we were left with "a moment of silence in which to contemplate some of your favourite memories of Ethel". All I could think was that the chief undertaker looked exactly like Adrian Chiles from 'Working Lunch' and 'Match Of The Day 2'.
Still, it was nice to be able to have a rummage around in the farther corners of Fiona's family tree. There was a great spread afterwards which was about 90% cake, and everyone was very nice, even though they must have been thinking "...and you are?"
