Unsurprisingly keeping on top of food waste has not been a big priority over the last few weeks. When you're grieving and organising a funeral, food and food waste are the last things you're bothered about. Thank heavens for beans on toast, pasta, Wetherspoon's pubs and their Monday main course deals, and good old fish and chips.
And thank heavens for friends and family who have phoned, called round, sent cards, emails and text messages with just the right sentiment at just the right time. Who have loaned us a motley assortment of items including shoulders to cry on, homeopathic expertise, a carpet shampooer, an extra cat basket (in which to carry the rescue chickens home, of course) and a front drive for guests to park on. Who have sent beautiful flowers and left plants on the doorstep.
And as for the food? We barely needed to lift a finger and a funeral feast fit for royalty appeared, as neighbours and friends bore plates and platters of savoury and sweet, family brought cake all the way from Devon, and even more cake appeared mysteriously on the doorstep. No food waste this week - we've lived almost entirely from leftover cake!
And thank heavens for purring kitty cats who seem to know just when you could most do with a soft cat sitting on your lap (and who have knocked the sympathy cards off the dresser on a daily basis).
Thank you all, real people and real cats and all you blog people too, for all your support. We're truly grateful.