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Dear Sarah,

I went to Stewart's funeral today, back at the Oaks where we had yours, although he was to be buried somewhere else afterwards. It was difficult to begin with but I felt you'd have wanted some sort of presence there so I went. Jane was late but I saw Hilary and other Stewart and, shit, his name escapes me, big bald guy. In the end it was fine. I had no emotional attachment to Stewart and the guy who gave the main eulogy was long and boring, only breaking down right at the very end. There were nearly as many people there as at yours, I tried to count the seats but I don't know. I should look up the capacity one day, but it must have been about 150+.

Anyway, I'm in a bit of a slough at the moment, not feeling great - cold maybe? - probably just January, cold (weather), run down, not looking after myself properly; pick any two from four. On the upside, the trip to Dumfries in April is taking on family reunion proportions so hopefully many remaining questions about the Curries will get answered.

I finally sorted out the rest of the bedroom, your make up has been redistributed or disposed of, just your jewellery and a few odds and ends to deal with. And your "bear". Amelia will have it if we can't do anything with it, but I think we're going to see what's happening under the stocking covering. I can't imagine the Bear Ladies will want anything to do with it! But who knows? The bedroom itself is now, very sadly, entirely mine. The lovely chests are empty, so that needs thinking about, I've got my stuff in your dressing table and will probably get rid of the other mirror in due course too. The craft room remains a conundrum but it's verging on tidy at least unlike the studio. I am doing some work, but it's in the front room making me look at it. I've just turned everything off for an hour, another Octopus saving thing, not that it's made much so far but who knows?

That's about it for now, I really just wanted to say I'd been to the funeral on your behalf, I know you'd have wanted to be there.

Much love

R

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