Tim runs a skydiving school. His wife is already pregnant. He released all the equity from his house sale, a grand amount of £30k. They hope for a home birth, in the house that doesn’t exist.

…. and I wanted to share it with you lot, because I think this is an idea worth carrying with you. It might be just right for your needs.

First up, none of the “sorry about your loss” nonsense. An old chap has died. 95. It’s to be expected. We loved him, we still do, just because he’s not here doesn’t change that.

It was a nice service, and we all learned things about him that enriched our memories.

Pub. Nice. Tea, cakes, scones and sandwiches. You know the drill. And eventually it’s breaking up, and leaving time is upon us.

On the table behind the buffet was the family only flowers because they didn’t just want to leave it for the crematorium compost heap. So they decorated the table with it. But now what? You could get it dried or bits of it maybe, but it’s huge.

Then, one of the daughters decided to start taking it apart and making little posies. Some of the older ladies joined in. The pub clocked it and brought out some napkins and strips of foil, and before long there’s just a long piece of holey oasis on a tray and dozens of little posies. They distributed them to everyone who wanted one, and everyone understood. Take some flowers home from their Dad. To remember him well for a few days.

From a practical point of view too, sensible, no one person has to just take a big thing home and miserably watch it wilt before binning it.

But what a lovely idea. I’m keeping that, and taking it with me to funerals from now on. It won’t always be the right thing, but I do believe that sometimes it will be. It’s going in to my list of wishes aswell. That my flowers should be broken up and distributed. I will rest a mite easier knowing they weren’t just left to wilt, dry and compost.

Like my flowers? Go on, take some home. It’s not as if I need them. I’d rather they were enjoyed and not wasted at the end of my day.

Screenshot from Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader, a CRPG set in the grimdark 41st millennium. As awful as the place is, it warms my British heart to see that our core values have remained.

I've had the most "Monday" Monday you could ever possibly have.

No power due to the storm this morning.

Got signed off work for a month on Friday due to stress at work.

I ran out of teabags and live 20 minutes drive from the nearest shop.

At the end of the day, my manager emailed to check in on my well being, and also let me know that I'm getting made redundant.

I signed a lease on a flat 3 weeks ago and just moved in.

My dog just threw up on the carpet.

Someone please tell me all the good in their Monday to share it out a bit!!!!!!

Sometimes I have a lemsip just because it's a bit of a comfort. Even when I don't need one. (I know. I have a drug problem.)

What's the best way to get a nice 'decaf' lemsip for cold autumn nights?

Wahey, it's late, it's Monday night. What's going on mate, why are you still up? Doing the night shift? Watching some TV? In a different time zone?

Come on in for a chat!

Apologies about the misleading title but they are from last night the 25th taken in Oxfordshire

This is FULL PROOF.

How about every 4 years, instead of having the quite arbitrary February 29th, we TAKE that day and add it to the last weekend of October.

Then, instead of winding the clocks back a poultry 1 hour, we send it back a whole TWENTY-FIVE hours. People will see this as a free public holiday, it will be a huge benefit to us all.

Who's with me?!