We scattered Tom's ashes this morning. We went to the cemetery where his Grandma & Grandad, his Mum and his younger brother Alf are all buried.
Little Alf was only 8 when he died in 1945 and Tom's Dad bought the plot for the family. He isn't actually buried there himself though because after Tom's Mum died he re-married and his new wife wanted him buried elsewhere.
Anyway, Tom is finally 'back home' where he wanted to be.
Other than that not much else has happened at Number 38 today. Mum came for a coffee, Amy has a new computer and her and Mark have been setting it up and sending things to this cloud and that cloud and Thomas has been playing out with his friend.
I've shut myself in the kitchen to type this as the computer set up is becoming a battle of wills as to who knows exactly what needs to be done, so I'm leaving Amy and Mark to it.
I hate technology and have no interest in it at all, although if it goes wrong I'm the first to complain.
In a few minutes I shall venture out and do something much more up my street - crochet.
A simple activity for a simple person :)