‘Going out’ in style

Recently I attended the funeral of my husband’s grandmother ‘Miss Lucille’ from Spanish Town. It was not a large gathering by any means but watching the man from the funeral home fuss about with the casket, her clothing and get upset when people were commenting on the not too pretty make-up job they did, had me thinking about my own final farewell. Continue reading…


The ‘Please Call Me’ Syndrome

So I’m in bed watching my favourite reality show (yes I watch reality shows, don’t judge!) when a message comes in on my cheap Samsung (by the way everybody need to have a cheap phone that they can pull out in any company without fear of the ‘2 foot puss’ dem a grab and run). Thinking it was maybe someone important like a family member, I shifted focus from the telly long enough to see that it was a ‘please call me’. Continue reading…