Ramblings of a drug dealer

Today is Wednesday. It is sunny, and windy and raining and warm and cold and spring in Scotland. Makes a change from the Fort William version: Today is Wednesday. It is raining. or the Thurso version: Today is Wednesday. It is windy. Things seemed a little too quiet today. Wearing our face masks and gloves (and plastic aprons if a patient gets too close) we are managing to keep people away. So what next? Are people really getting it? It rained this afternoon, so that made a difference. Mum back to asking where dad is today (not for the first time). Not sure if that's just where her head is, or a missing link from her brethren teaching. She can't quite understand the body, soul, spirit divide and it kind of sums up some of the issues within the simplistic "the bible says" concept when we focus on a small chunk of text. Maybe we will go over it again tomorrow. Boris is still in ICU

I'm not sure if Godo will turn up tomorrow, nor do I know who he/she was nor why anyone was waiting for him/her, assuming Godo was a person, and not an event or an inanimate object. I don't suppose it would be too hard to find out, but that's for another day. Today is limbo day. All the logistics organised, and time on my hands. It's hard to piece together the memories, and maybe that's for another day. But if I was to summarise Dad's life it might go something like........ Born in Standburn, on 30th July 1927. George V was on the throne at the time, and the PM was someone called Stanley Baldwin, (sandwiched between two stints of a Lossie loon, Ramsay MacDonald). More importantly, Newcastle United won the first division that year......not sure if it's happened since? I'm sure he told us he was about 6 when they moved to Fife. Well. to Puddledub near Auchtertool, to be exact. I think it may have changed over the last 86 years. https://www.puddledub.c...

Looks like we could have a funeral on Friday. COVID-19 is playing silly buggers with this so no hymns to pick, no pictures to put on orders of service, no cup of tea and sausage rolls to prepare.....just a handful of lonely souls round a six foot hole in the ground. But maybe the simplicity of it is appropriate for a self effacing humble man who never looked for recognition Update: 2pm Friday 3rd April confirmed. So only the who's who to finalise. Mum in a better mood today now that she doesn't have any decisions to make. Both boys coming, so it will be a home grown funeral.