Close to home

Well, it is long past Blipping time.

I'm trying to see the keyboard after 4 hours in the Harbour Bar with a friend I haven't seen for 3 years.

Last time I saw him, the nursing home had just asked if my (late) dad should be kept alive or not. His dad died this year.

It was a jolly evening, not spoiled by family shrinkage. We had lots of folk to defame.

Right, bed time.