Weekly Smile – (3TC #643)
Tis a bitter sweet day, with the cremation of the other Mrs McHarrie. This week has been one of fond memories, digging out a broach she bought me to pin on my long black jacket, it having been cleaned especially for the occasion. I have cut my hair, chosen a dress and shiny neat black shoes. Just as Cathie McHarrie would carefully preen. “Quite so!” She’d have clucked in her proud Glaswegian accent. 😇
Without any hint of Covid cower, I took the plane from Bristol to Glasgow, then the train to Troon, arriving just before 8pm. I settled into my room, re-dressed my broken finger and did a Covid Test – just to make sure I hadn’t contracted any nasty bug on the cramped plane ride over the border. So far so good. 😉
I have met several of the extended family, over the years. But since, Mr McHarrie and I divorced some 12 years ago, I am a little shy joining them to celebrate Cathie’s life. I do know, however, in my heart that she would be so pleased so see me there. She lived for 7 years (post divorce) very close to me in Weymouth and we regularly met up. Whilst, her boy and I were no longer a couple, she was never my ex-Mother-In-Law. 🤗
Post inspired by Trent’s Weekly Smile. Do click through for the rules if you too, would like to join in.
And this post also includes Di’s Monday Three Things Challenge #643 The prompts: PREEN,
COWER, SHY. Do click through for the rules if you too, would like to join in.