Gary rang me at work today. His mother, Loretta has died (three days ago). He said do I want to go to the funeral, which is next Wednesday, so I said I would. I only met her a few times. He and Trevor are driving up in the morning and going home again straight after the funeral. I asked him how he and Trevor were. He said he’s upset, but Trevor is mainly relieved. I said how come, and he said Trevor hadn’t wished his mum well or spoken to her for years, and blames her for everything that’s gone wrong in his life, as though he didn’t have any say in the matter. He says now he doesn’t have to worry anymore about her being disappointed in him. How sad. So, it’s a funeral next Wednesday.