He had a non-religious services, the first I've attended. Apparently, if asked what religion he was, Keith would reply "Fuckin' Rock 'n' Roll". Grand stuff, and the first time I've ever heard that word used by somebody conducting a funeral.
Yesterday was Jane's birthday. I cooked Jane a mid-afternoon lunch of bacon, tomato and poached eggs before we set off for the pub. We went up to Stanley's first to see Sheila who works there on Thursday afternoons. We had a couple of drinks and chatted to Sheila. When she finished working, and the rain had died off a little, we walked down to The Magazines Hotel.
We spent a pleasant couple of hours there supping beer and wine. We ate there too - Mondays to Thursdays they run a special offer. Two bar meals, 2 sweets and 2 bottles of a soft drink for £9. It wasn't the greatest quality (to put it mildly), but it filled a hole. We passed on the sweets as neither of us were expecting them anyway, but brought the bottles of J2O home with us. The young woman that served me was insistent that we took them.