My presents this year have consisted of bath products and money to buy my own stuff, as well as my amazon package which hasn't quite arrived - and that suits me fine. I'm also planning on buying myself more materialistic loveliness next payday because I've resigned myself to the fact the Australian distributors really aren't releasing the Life on Mars dvds any time soon, and... well, I want them all to myself. Also, I wholeheartedly miss those days I'd get a package every other week. When/If I get a job and my own place, you just know I'm going to be surrounded by entertainment everywhere, with absolutely no food in the fridge. I actually need to start buying an item of professional clothing every week, to build up my collection.
In a less shallow vein, the funeral was beautiful - a wonderful, heartfelt service which was a celebration of life - exactly what Nana would have wanted. I managed to get through my piece without breaking down into a ball of blubber - but no-one else's. Dad's remembrance of Nana (his mother-in-law) was actually the one which made me cry the most, because his speech faltered him and it was just... God, I thought about the time I thought I was going to lose him, and the grief was for more than Nana at that stage. Mum, of course, also had me as a wreck. I went and stood beside her to offer moral support - and we got mucus all over the lectern.
Talk about an emotional day.
