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I drove through the most extraordinary rainstorm on the way to order flowers for the funeral this morning. I was on the A12 just outside Chelmsford, and in a second it went from being a few spots on the windscreen to a torrential downpour. The traffic slowed down to 20mph, and cars were pulling over onto the verge because you couldn’t see through the windscreen. As soon as I pulled off down the slip-road for Ingatestone, though, it stopped - just as quickly as it had started, and suddenly it was like driving along in silence. I chose a cushion of yellow flowers from the florist’s rather morbid catalogue, and wrote a card for it.

Reaquainted myself and Paul with Romford in the afternoon. A lot has changed. None of the shops I remember are there any more. Sainsbury’s has moved out of Libery 2 and into a new building on the site of the old brewery, which should never really have been knocked down - just renovated. It’s opposite an Esporta that’s not quite as nice as mine. Went into WHSmith and made sure the copies of PCW weren’t covered up by the competition.

One the way home, we stopped in at LINK FM to say hello, and were rather disappointed to find only Terence and Lee at the controls - not that it wasn’t nice to chat with them, but I have happy memories of years ago when there would be a dozen of us sleeping there for a whole month at a time.

I guess back then (scary to think it’s almost 10 years ago now) it was exciting just to be living away from home. Now we’ve all got places of our own, and jobs, and have to be responsible about things.

Looked at the rather scary pictures on the walls of me with long hair, and think I’ve got myself rather more sorted during in the intervening years.

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