... well, I don't. It would have taken place on a day next week which would have been his sixty-fourth birthday. I just cannot bring myself to clean this house and prepare it for people to visit - I know that it's only really close family but I don't even really want them here if truth be told. We would have scattered some of the ashes in one of the Royal Parks and the rest in a ruined abbey but there are so many of them that I've decided to scatter a flaskfull in each location and then either bury the rest in our back garden or line ceramic pots with them and grow nice plants on top.
Why? Well, that farrago that was Easter Sunday still rankles with me and I've got the grazed finger joints on my right hand to prove it. One of the sofas is in the front sitting room and the other is in what I've called the laundry lounge - ie Master Logic's space, formerly used as the dining room/laundry/gym/art studio. Actually, what is the point of dining rooms in today's modern world? Surely they hark back to a time when families used to eat together, something we never do and totally alien to Master Logic's strange autistic world.
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