The 8th of October.
Not a lot of sleep. Got in from Rob Beckett (lots of fun, and at the end, he stands and shakes everyone’s hand and says thank you for coming, and remembered me from the Comedy Gala) at about twenty to eleven and Mommy watched Bake Off with me, even though she’d watched it earlier. God, it was so bloody tense. I was so happy Nadiya won. I had a little cry at her speech. I can and I will!
Anyway! TODAY. Had to get up at 6:25 to get to my lung function tests at 9:15. I got through the first three tests fine, then on the last one, the machine cut out. Someone came and they took it apart, then put it back together. I got two consistent results so that was enough. Dr. Thompson called me in and we had a chat and he agreed that there really isn’t any research for me, all we can do is try to keep my lungs stable. Sigh.
We went into town afterwards to take the Oasis dress back, which I did while Mommy took back an umbrella. We met in Foyles where I bought The Fire Witness by Lars Kepler (I didn’t know there was a new one! So exciting.) and Yes Please by Amy Poehler, then I got some chunky and fluffy wool from John Lewis because I want to do a chunky ribbed snood and a fluffy one to replace a really good one I had and lost.
Hi I’m Kathryn and I’m apparently addicted to making soft things.
The 9th of October.
Tom’s funeral today. I spent my morning crocheting the fluffy snood until I ran out of wool, but I’ve already ordered some more – I think I’ll only need the one ball to finish it. I was waiting for a delivery from Uniqlo of thermals, including a black jumper which I was going to wear this afternoon, but it still hasn’t arrived this evening so I’m now tweeting Uniqlo to try to find out what’s going on.
We left for Telford just after half one because we allowed time to get lost. However, we got there really easily, so arrived at about half two and had to sit and twiddle our thumbs in the car until we saw someone we knew. Eventually, we spotted Gayle so dashed out to meet her, then everyone gathered in front of the crem to watch the coffin be taken in. I managed to get a seat (it was really full), and the service got started. Joely read a poem she’d written, and Tom’s dad also spoke. I was really proud of Joely – she really has been dealt a shitty hand and is coping admirably. She’s had Kelli’s cancer, her mum’s, then finally finding Tom and losing him so soo.
We are able to speak to Joely and Carole afterwards, but we didn’t stay for the wake. They were the only people we would’ve known there, so it would have been awkward for everyone. We will raise a glass to him tonight during Stand Up to Cancer. I think it’s kind of appropriate – Tom would want everyone to stand up and say “Fuck you” to cancer. Kelli and Fletcher shouldn’t be growing up without a dad.