Scattering of Ashes from Model Boat

Went to a strange little ceremony today. Hilary's ashes were to be scattered on the Thames from London Bridge. A small group gathered, and when the funeral directors arrived we all went down some steps to get nearer the river. Simon Hughes and the funeral guys clambered over the barrier to the foreshore. As we watched from above, they launched a small black model catamaran, containing the ashes. A priest from Southwark Cathedral read a prayer, and the ashes were presumably released into the Thames, by pressing a button on the remote. After this the boat floated about a bit, with various people playing with the remote control. Boy's toys. Seems it was the maiden voyage of this boat, which had apparently cost £700. Good thing they didn't lose it. I suspect Hilary might have found the whole thing quite funny. Afterwards we went and had a coffee, which warmed us up a bit. Seems the last lot of Hilary's ashes will be scattered in Gibraltar, according to Hilary's wishes, and Simon and the others will probably make a good weekend of it.

Had a wander round More London before cabbing back to Lye Torng. Their meat servings have become so minuscule I had to order two lunches to get more than five or six small pieces of meat. They were always more generous with the meat, but perhaps times are hard, and having reduced the choices, they have also reduced the portions. Since all I eat is the meat I may have to dine elsewhere in future.

Today is Sunday and I only lost half a pound. This may be due to a large sauerkraut meal I consumed mid-week. Today I may well lunch at The Beaten Path, if I can be bothered to go out in this dreary weather.

Spoke to Nibs this morning and poor Bear has been in hospital with swollen tonsils, but is fortunately now back home. Spoke briefly to Dorothy who seems to be in a permanent hurry.