Odd it was but we got through it. We were almost late for the funeral despite setting off in good time. The satnav took us to a closed road but we managed to get past that only to struggle with the idea that Cemetry Road is split into two and entering just a postcode and a random street number got us at the wrong end. We got there with a few minutes to spare and it started a bit late. Lots of people there, surprising number of family and as soon as it was obvious it would be a religious service, we headed for the back and maintained a respectful silence. These things are sometimes more about the family than the deceased and at least my t-shirt went down very well, Phil's mum asked about it so I'm going to get one done for her. We talked about doing a party for his party friends and of course I agreed to play. Will be odd playing to these guys without Phil with me.
So that was it really and I still feel, I don't know how to put it, dislocated. Probably the wrong word but maybe there is no right one. I'm gonna throw myself into work, which I can do as there's two new reviews suddenly lined up, plus having Colin around I was able to get the drum machine upgraded (and get some in-depth thoughts about its construction). I think the soldering is quite small and I might have buggered it up had I done it myself.
Colin left me an early production P3. It's fitted with a brill yellow PLED and it should satisfy my needs for a P3, plus we talked more about the alternate OS where the P3 can double as a controller for Cirklon and give the best of both worlds.
Pat's been doing lots of overtime, I really will be glad when she cuts back.
The seasons roll on and we're all in transit ourselves. RIP mate, you'll be dearly missed.
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