Enjoyed a jolly evening yesterday in the company of David & Shirley, who are passing through to attend the wedding of David's son in Australia. An opportunity, among other things, to catch up with news from my old stomping grounds in Rawmarsh. Sadly, inevitably, some of the news was not good. Hearing of the death of one old colleague in particular came as a bit of a shock, for the old colleague was not exactly old in the usual sense. The problem is that I've reached that stage of life in which such news is becoming routine.
Mind you, the latest news regarding Osman's chemotherapy here on this island sounds very promising indeed. As Peter reminded me the other day at work, when telling me some more bad news about one of our current colleagues: we need to count our blessings. Utterly clichéd because it's so entirely true and sane.