Small town NZ

Didn’t have to do the eulogy, just stood behind Mother in case – she did well to keep it together. After the ‘normal’ service, full of great stories, a few laughs and lots of tears and some old war time favourites (yes I was up the front doing my best on the chorus of “weeeee’ll meeeet agaaaaaain, don’t know wheeeeerrrrre, don’t know wheeeEEEEennnn, but I know we’ll meet again suuuuuum suuuuuuuuuunny daaaa-y-y”) they had a small fire service and RSA dedication which I’ve never seen before. Including a bugler who played The Last Post which was pretty hard to hear.

Afterwards it was Ladies, a plate please down at the RSA – all the good old favourites little mince pies, sausage rolls, club sandwiches, asparagus rolls, raspberry slice, ginger crunch, sponge cake, date loaf, Belgium biscuits – I had a Belgium biscuit and flat white takeaway from an Emporio cafe down the road. Just great that in a small out of the way place there’s 2 cafes serving reasonable Wellington coffee!

A couple of memories … the movie theatre where Mother went to the movies as a kid,

and the RSA spread (for the Mister, because I know he was sad to miss out on all those goodies washed down by a handle of lager!)