Thursday

On the way to see Mr Handy, i stooped and walked up to the grave yard to see what stone had been put on our friends grave. Expecting the worst i was pleasantly surprised. A shiny black granite headstone, big bold gold leaf letters (most probably done by the guy she used to sell gold life too) "Her name" Artist of this parish and devoted mother to "the lad" and dates. i had expected some bollox about Family and i was ready to get angry, but as i said it was good.

Mr handys friend the multimillionaire is having trouble with his boat. Propellers parent quite what the manufacturers said they were and he is in danger of someone getting a bigger boat in the marina he moors up to... poor bloke.