Mulling

Another funeral tomorrow...Though I attend, it is not my story to tell. Still, I will be there to pay respects.

News from Spain, not so good. Mum is panicking about something, she has forgotten that Dad is dead. By the time I get there, this particular level of her cycle may have improved. I cannot go as soon as I would like... but it might make no difference in any case. The situation remains completely beyond my power to improve, though the little I can do will be done.

It's grand to have nights like Saturday, to remind me of the bright side of life and London. Meeting up with friends last week, talking about where one would live in time, when all's done and the city's just too sharp and fast. My friends looked baffled. 'Leave London?' Long pauses, while people ruminated on where else there is to live in all the world. 'Andalucia,' was the one tentative suggestion, and that's only because they are thinking of alternative lifestyles, half way up a magic mountain, where folk bathe in the stream and survive winter in wreathes of cannabis smoke. Could be worse, I guess... but I'm no herbal specialist, and there's a lot of world to see.

This morning, I have a lot of dentist to see. Time to go.