A Neatly Folded Bag for Life.

I said I’d be there about ten to pick Mum up, but you all know my timekeeping skills don’t you? And it was raining so the roads were packed. Then I got caught up in a funeral procession. It felt disrespectful somehow to overtake; I mean Mum was in no hurry was she?
It was the greenness that struck me, the jars were all green. The lady at the Crem explained its screw top before sliding Mum into a green box.
“Will you need a bag?” She asked with a smile.
That was green too.
But I’d brought my own.