On Thursday morning, my gran's sister passed away. The funeral was this morning. My brother and I came in looking the part. But the Senate in my head wanted me stabbed.
My mind was wondering during the mass, and heard profanities I was urged to shout out. The deceased's family are all big-shots; several Teachers - including one Teaching in China, a Quantity Surveyor based in Ballymena and a Recruitment Agent for Medical Professionals in Dublin. However, I managed to button my lips and they were delighted that I came.
Last night, I only had an hour-and-a-half of sleep. I'm all coffeed out; with an anniversary mass coming tomorrow for a brother of my gran. I walked this morning, while it was still misty. I'll be glad to get kip tonight.
