Went to Craig’s wake

–  at the Black Boy.  Well-attended with some food and wine.  Craig’s sister very pleasant, his brother-in-law possibly less so although he was a Leonard Cohen fan, so thank goodness we had that in common.  (Thanks Peter for stirring it by introducing me as a socialist).  Another friend had family in Spain so we talked about that until she said:

“When I go into town early in the morning you’d be amazed how many different languages I hear that aren’t English.”  (pause)  “Not that there’s anything wrong with that – it’s just that there are too many of them.”  I immediately discovered that I needed to fetch a coat from the other bar.

It never ceases to amaze me how those who complain about immigrants never learning the language think it perfectly acceptable to emigrate to Spain and not learn a word of Spanish.

Watched “Kind Hearts and Coronets”.  Freecycled lots of stuff.  So that was today.

Kirk out.


Woke up at quarter to ridiculous, but actually did get back to sleep.  It’s now 8 o’clock ie  very sensible, verging on slightly negligent o’clock.

Mark’s tired too.

Left early yesterday because I kept falling asleep.

Can’t wait to get up to the chalet next week.

Kirk out