Blackcurrant Jam
Cork for work today.
Had a funeral to attend near the train station too during the morning. Bright sunshine outside, contra point to the sombre church, a carbon copy of many of the church buildings in Ireland, on the inside anyway. Something about funerals unless its a person you were close to. The chat is commonplace. Usually makes me think of Scrooge, eavesdropping on his erstwhile business partners talking about his demise, though he knows it not..
Kent
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