Yesterday was mum's funeral. All went well with a couple of exceptions. I had some elderly relatives attended from Redhill. Both almost 90. They came by taxi, and I find out an hour before the funeral, they had not booked a return trip. Whaaaatt !!!!! Arranged with my cousin to take them back.....but my cousin was taken ill and had to go home. So with people arriving at our house, and waiting for the funeral cars, I am desperately trying to find a taxi service to get them home. Managed to sort that luckily with a private hire chap in the next street, who had a space in his schedule. Panic over.
Then I find my friend who has been like a brother to me, but sadly is starting to suffer from dementia, left home and ran to some other fiends half a mile away, and told them there was a strange car on his drive, strange people in the lounge and he could not find his wife. After phone calls that was sorted and he managed to attend.
All went well then....until my daughter, son in law and grandson got back to Brackley at 9.30pm, and the relation who stays with them had gone to bed, and put the security bar on. No amount of shouting, banging, phoning, etc, got a response. Then son in law remembered one of the other cars was unlocked and there was a crowbar in the boot.
They managed to get in, with the security bar plate giving way. Next thing, 3 police cars with flashing blues, screech up, 5 plod jump out, and go legging in. Frightened everyone to death. After explanations, it seems some chap walking his dog, saw them breaking in and phoned the police. Quote of the day was one of them said..'I was going to ask you for ID, but I can see the family picture on the wall'.
And all the time, the nephew was snoring away happily upstairs. !!!!!!!

Isn't it nice to know, our TB can sleep safely in his bed in Brackley, in the knowledge that neighbours will be looking out for him. Ahhhhhhh
