Rubbish

You’ll remember that a few weeks ago my old school chum Mark the Buddhist died.

If you’ve been reading for a while, you’ll also remember that last year, he got married. And if you’re Jenny, you’ll remember that while we were driving down to Sussex on Sunday, I commented “I must ring June, today would have been their wedding anniversary”. June wasn’t in, so I left a message on the ansafone saying “Just to let you know I haven’t forgotten what today is, and I’m thinking of you, and if you want to chat give me a call”.

In an idle moment last night, I was scrolling through the diary to check what’s coming up, and on next Sunday’s page it says:
Mark and June’s Anniversary
Oops.

Then this morning, I got up an hour earlier than I planned to. No wonder I hadn’t heard the alarm; still, with a bit of luck that used up today’s quota of rubbishness, since of course the main activity of the day was my last diploma exam. I think I did OK – I’ll let you know on October 6th. Oh, and there were no questions on any of that discrimination stuff.

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