I bumped into an old friend from uni when I went out for groceries. She looked like shit and I was immediately concerned. I knew her boyfriend had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer some time ago (three years ago, in fact) and I learned that they had just been told he'd have another year at most. Her eyes were big with unshed tears, and I felt for her.
On the way back, I bumped into my nephew Mick, who's now gainfully employed making a nuisance of himself in the streets on behalf of the World Wildlife Fund, by stopping people and asking them to donate to the charity. It can't be easy; he'd been there an hour and a half, and he still hadn't been pledged a single eurocent, but he didn't seem too downhearted about it. I'm glad to see him out and about again, too...he'd been in a depressed state since November, when he decided there was no point in going to school anymore.
I'm seriously tempted to join David Berkeley for his upcoming tour of the South-East in June. Oh! to be in England, in the summertime... Since P. never came back to me with an offer, I reckon I'm free to dispose of my time any way I like.