Sunday, December 09, 2007

Sunday 9th December 2007

We are just about to set off to Gloucester, as Uncle Glyn's funeral is tomorrow. I am really not looking forward to it. It is a four hour drive, and then I'll have to deal with that whole family grief thing.

The whole thing is simply rubbish.

I'll take the Guardian Work with me as a comfort blanket, after all it has been to Switzerland with me, so I'm sure rural Gloucestershire will be nothing.

Besides, the next job is for an organisation called The Oldie, and we can't miss out on that opportunity.

My mum and dad (not dad and mum, see above) will probably think I'm barmy, but hey ho, what are you going to do?

Furthermore, just think of the Nobby versus Stoby potential on a 360 mile round trip.