The funeral was scheduled to start at ten. After the service, there would be a graveside ceremony followed by a wake. I wasn’t one for big funerals and had thought to wander up to the cemetery at eleven, but last night Doris insisted we attend the entire event in case we missed something. She was right, of course, but work deadlines were looming, and I was feeling the pressure. I had the Goodfellow feature to finish and Galloway Forest feature to prepare. Plus, my editor Sharon texted me late last night begging me to do the cooking feature for next month’s issue as the usual writer had gone on maternity leave early and at short notice. I could hardly say no. But all this sleuthing was eating into my work life and what with the additional cooking piece to attend to, I couldn’t afford any mo
