Deirdre Geraghty

One of my sisters has died and I have to decide whether I can get to the funeral. It’s going to be a Roman Catholic affair and I find it all pretty primitive – something left over from the past. And, of course, there’s the journey. But I will do my best.

So l opened my fridge and a bottle of rose jumped off the shelf and smashed on the kitchen floor. Broken glass and wine everywhere. I bent over it but quickly got out of breath. Messaged friends but everyone busy. So I tried again with pan and brush and kitchen roll. Thankfully I had some old newspaper l could put it in. Forty minutes on l could relax and be proud of myself.