I attended my cousin's funeral service remotely.
Yes, I would have far preferred to have been present in person, but I am awed (and profoundly impressed) by the sort of tech that allows one to attend such a service remotely.
And I also made a few phone calls, including one to my doctor, (the pharmacist's system was extraordinarily complicated) and have an appointment to receive the booster jab next week.
Another phone call was to a restaurant (an award winning one, where the owner chef is as ethical as she is brilliant, - she gives classes, training and opportunities to refugees, and hosts themed food nights based on their respective culinary cultures, showcasing their culinary cultures, passionately supports local organic suppliers, and - as an avowed feminist - strongly supports women and minorities) where I know the owner/chef and her husband, who is also her business partner.
Yesterday, their Twitter page featured a positively pornographic tarte tatin, so seductively delicious did it appear; today, I phoned them with a request to bake/make/prepare one for me for Christmas - or even, for after Christmas, if they are too busy.
Although I have ordered a small (homemade) porter cake from the market, - Decent Brother loves a serious, homemade, porter cake (the fruit cake basis for a classic Christmas cake), and this is really for him, should he put in an unlikely appearance - but, the tarte tatin is my treat to myself, in lieu of a Christmas cake.
They cheerfully told me to come in and collect it on December 23.......yum; I adore a really good tarte tatin.