Wake up

So today's funeral took in, Derbyshire, Leicestershire and Nottinghamshire. As always, what should have been a simple day...had a catch. Two limos back.to reception. I say to the first driver...you get off mate...I will take Funeral Director back. Ok he says. I then reverse out of car park onto narrow street. So does he. Off he goes...and I wait....and I wait...and I....after 15 minutes....I start to get angry... so I abandon limo blocking the street and go into the hotel. I ask one of the mourners....is the Funeral Director here...yes he says in there.....grrrr so back to limo. A little later with stress levels you could boil a cup a soup on.. I go back into.the wake....same chap and I ask again....his reply...oh no he went ages ago...I thought you asked...Is the Funeral in there!!!! The FD had gone in the first car!!! WTF!!! I pride myself on communication...arghhhh..does anyone want a red hot chicken and leek soup?

Soggy soldiers

My day changed completely  today when I got a text last night, just.as I was going to bed ,asking me to where black trousers...I was going to wear jim  jams...but I am eager to please, so changed...it was a tad uncomfortable. Realised when I woke that they meant for work. We usually wear stripes..so it should have given me a clue what area I was going to. I grade it by standard of coffee at office. 1~5..1 being the type  Baldrick  made in the trenches. To 5. Served by a harem of beautiful scantily  clad girls, whilst being fanned by vine leaves and gently fed pharaoh  roches....Today was a 3. My alarm failed to go off...so I was running late, eating my marmite  covered toast in the shower. Leapt into my car...and drove to work. Stopped and went back to put my clothes on. Made it just in time...see what I did with the photo....Every Funeral is different and interesting and poignant. Some people want to talk when you are driving them to the service. Some remain quiet, lost in their own thoughts. Some laugh, sharing the person's memories. Some sob. Whatever the situation, you have to detach yourself from it and not take your work home with you...especially  if your the hearse driver. I love my job.