Why isnt it taking off of me or around, it got all quiet after landing on me. I just trapped the bumblenee under my armpit, then i moved again and it flew off.
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Overthinking funeral and mass gathering of relatives I could walk passed in a street and not recognise.
Small talk, social niceties and hugs and handshakes will be the order of the day.
All I can think about are the really funny comments the deceased used to make that would have me laugh out loud.
(But not all thought were amusing)
Can’t see those being appropriate today.
Need to remember to take spare car key. (For quick get away) should I run out of things to distract myself and blurt out the first damn thing that’s in my head.
An occasion to ‘roll out the big gherkins’ and perhaps recite some of Rabbie Burns poetry in my mind,
in the accent.