A funny day today. The Management Committee (Herself and I take the notes) decided that it was too hot for me to go to the gym. Oh well. The part of me that suffers from errors of omission and commission felt guilty. The other bit - with the sweaty socks and underwear - thought ‘That’s a good idea’.

Then there’s the on-going installation of computery. Well, who would expect anyone to crawl under desks in this weather? But I’ll think about it - honest.

So I turned to and wrote significant e-mails to people. With attachments. So that’s OK.

Does music make you cry? In my youf (sic) I was a chorister in both Church and Abbey (a.k.a. Cathedral) and sang in other choirs. No more. That hurts quite a lot, in truth. But today I loaded John Denver on the m/c as I typed away and off he went. There are two songs that reduce me to tears. Sunshine on my shoulders and My sweet lady. Done. Finished. Tears pouring down my face. I’ve thought about that and concluded (rightly or wrongly) that as I have aged I understand much more clearly the significance of the words. This leads to an awful thought - one day I will be old enough to understand it all - and the moment I do I’ll snuff it before I can explain it to anyone. Spooky or what?

I’ve been scanning and sending stuff from my past to sundry people and children. As I said in my last post I missed out on my Dad. But will anyone care a damn about my history? Probably not. Just more baggage.

What a pathetic blog. But I’ll let it stand.

Dad’s thought today?

Winners are part of the answer but Losers are part of the problem. So don’t be a Loser - OK?

Have a peaceful day - Dad