Mick, son of Mick

My lovely friend Mick lost his dad suddenly yesterday. I've known him forever but I can't be there cos I live here, and don't life suck shit sometimes. And I can't make the funeral, cos it's the same day as the memorial service for Mrs D, and that's where I both need and want to be. But this one goes out to one I do love, and my little sister will be there for both of us.

Thanks also to Roger and Pom, for surely the most Dynasty-like Boxing Day ever (think swimming pool, think jacuzzi, think balcony with view of Oxford, think Bloody Marys, which for some reason I can make better than Rog).

Thanks also and altogether to life, for having us.

joella

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