Grey day 

Speeding along in the train through the wet cold grey English countryside on my way to Brian’s London funeral. The mood of the day is fitting. 

62 and we’ll be gathering to farewell him, in his local after the cremation. Drinking pals he left behind – swapping social drinking for solitary vodka drinking at home. 

John is dreading it. His 35 year friend. Still left with a sense of if only, could have done more, why, could I …

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