Yeah, I found my skirt and petticoat...

...not that I got to wear them.

I don't know what to write here, so I'm being stupid and sarcastic and weird all over LJ. I want to just write Insert the bad news here, but that would probably backfire. People this afternoon all understood what I meant when I dropped the phone and burst into tears, but that doesn't translate well to text, and I'm too tired to cry that loudly now anyway.

My mum died.

You can comment or not comment, or whatever. I'm still crap at phones but I like texts and email. I seem to be coping okay. I think Catriona and Yves hugged me so much I stayed together pretty well when I heard the news. They are the best thing since sliced bread and should be generally adored.

I am either going to read no LJ or all the LJ ever over the next week or so, so assume nothing. I'll probably want to hear your news, though. If I don't I just won't come online.

If you knew my mother and have any particular memories of her (I can currently think of only about three of you who ever met her, so this is a smaaaaaaall group) I would be glad to hear anything you have to say. No pressure.

But no *hugs* please.

Thank you.
Oh, and thanks to Janet for being great and facilitating talking on Saturday. And strawberries. Means a lot now.

Still here....

...and surviving pretty well.

It helps not having time to think. We have been inundated with people and phonecalls, just as we were when Mummy first got ill. It's both good and bad, as you can probably imagine. I haven't really stopped to think. Other people have done more crying on me than I have on them; actually I haven't really at all since yesterday.

Funeral will be Saturday 25 September, at 10am, at our church in Wimbledon. It would surprise me if anyone reading this wanted to come, but you would be welcome to do so. Drop me a line if that's you. It's likely to be pretty huge.

I went shopping with Robert for food, and we bought laaaaaarge amounts of yummy stuff. I now have Toblerone. This is good.

Thank you everyone for the very kind texts and calls and emails and comments. I am pretty well surrounded by people at the moment, but I have noted the various offers of support and I am ready to shout if I do need some comforting. It's likely to be a week or two down the line before I start yelling to be taken out for coffee, though :) I will be staying in Wimbledon for a little while until things calm down - I don't know how long it'll be, but not more than another few weeks, I think.

Off to eat more chocolate now.