Bear with, bear with…

And set out a big mat, because it’s inevitable that balls are going to be dropped in the next quarter.

N’s Dad’s heading into a hospice. If he rallies, 3-4 months. If he doesn’t: well, Christmas is going to be sombre. He didn’t respond very well to the treatment, and the tumour’s affecting his mobility, and their home just isn’t set up for being that ill at home.

No, I don’t want to talk about it right now thank you. I might, and I will when I do.


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