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08.12 – 08.18

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Life

Went to a funeral on Tuesday. Presided over by a waste of space vicar who had previously muscled his way into being involved in Dad’s funeral. He wound me up (again) when I should have been sad.

I can’t believe I’m writing this but our niece who we were with in Beverley on the weekend is now on life support in a Glasgow hospital as a result of an unknown respiratory infection. She’s the same age as Αα and I can’t bear to even think about it. It’s an incredibly surreal bad dream. Or more like a really stupid shit joke. Σσ has gone up to be with them. Somehow the kids seem to know that something’s up and they’ve been remarkably good for me. Hopefully that’ll last. Si and Lou (and a fully charged iPad) helped me wrangle the kids for an afternoon in the pub on Saturday. I don’t know where I’d be without them. I honestly feel like taking up smoking again.

Work

I think I pretty much finished the MVP journey for some new exhibition guides designs.

Running

• Thursday hills