The caller was Odi in a taxi. We had to hold up the cortege to give her time to join it for the drive from the church to Dukinfield Crem. I was cross at her. Only not really. It was good to have the kids there. They jollied things up. I spent the funeral tea being a monster and chasing them round the room.
Ailz's first husband was at the crem. I've never met him before. He's a nice bloke who looks like the platonic ideal of a ruddy-faced yeoman farmer. She has good taste in men.