We went to London Saturday evening and came back tonight. I wish we hadn't though. Not because of the mimsing traffic which was as usual and required a short blast of full-bore heater at one point, as I haven't got the engine fan done yet.
No, it wasn't that... Half the people I know are dead or dying. On a swoop through carnival country this evening I learned that Rocky, about whom I was retailing jolly stories a few days ago in another thread here, died in mid-May and was buried a fortnight ago. Larry's missus said she had tried to call me but Caribbean style she had my mobile number wrong and hadn't used the much better landline much.
I knew he was ill but what with everyone else being crook it's a bit of a blow. We went to London to see herself's beloved cousin who is very ill indeed.
Rocky made a TV ad for some sort of financial service, I forget which. It may be on youtube. He ran a dance troupe for many years, big in the Persian Gulf apparently. Rough old Trini, really charming guy.
'Ax not for whom the bell toll. It toll for we,'
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