This is going to be brief.
It has not been a happy month.
One of my wife's former workmates, and a friend for close on thirty years, Fiona Elliott, died suddenly. Unable to attend her funeral, we watched the crematorium service on the net. Ah, the wonderful world of technology. It was a surreal experience but one to which we shall become ever more accustomed I fear. Our heartfelt commiserations go to her husband, Barry, and entire family.
We also had starkly realistic news that friend Ian Dillow and nephew Phil Butler cannot yet relax in their respective attempts to best that bloody disease, cancer.
Phil has been back in hospital and Ian is awaiting another appointment.
Dear old pal John Appleton, too, has been going through a particularly rough patch.
I don't have the words to rightly express our concern for them.
It is constant.
AND THAT'S IT FOR NOW.
I have had a swollen, painful, left foot which is just clearing up. Well-wishers have been told that it was gout caused through me being posh and eating too much rich food.
What?
No, I've no idea what it was.
Be lucky.
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