Yesterday was a very emotional day for me as I attended Mr A's memorial service. Held in his home village in Kent it was a moving tribute to the man many loved, some liked and quite a few actively detested. Mr A snr paid tribute to his son, calling him 'the ideal grammar school boy' and luckily the 'friend' who wrote such a damning eulogy a few weeks ago wasn't able to attend because he'd had both legs broken at a recent donkey derby. The highlight of the service was when the deceased/missing (delete as applicable)'s relatives played a haunting rendition of the popular hit 'Goodbye Mr A' via swanny whistle, kazoo and tamborine. This was something I, and many other guests would never forget.
Back at the house we consumed Mrs A's famous 'running buffet #3' which consisted of sausages on sticks, cheese and pineapple on a stick, roasted new potatoes on a stick, in fact, it was pretty 'stick' based finger food. Mr A snr managed to maintain an air of restrained dignity by hugging me at various points whilst trying to fondle my bottom, something which is rather hard to do when one is sporting a silk mix pleated skirt as I was - his hands kept slipping off. Sometimes I wonder where some of Mr A jnr's traits came from, wonder no more.
Wilf unexpectedly turned up towards the end to pay his respects. I'd no idea that they knew one another apart from the work connection but apparently there was some other convoluted reason for his attendance which I'm at a loss to understand, especially as they were sworn enemies. Wilf kindly offered me a lift home, which I accepted. His relationship with Miss Renault 2010 has ended after she left him for the South East's number 1 car finance salesman 2007-present day. I was relieved to learn that.
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