For the past two weeks I've been working partly from home as my dad died a couple of weeks ago very suddenly and in a way most of us would probably want provided we had had a good life as he had. He had been out for the day with his wife, then went for a nice meal with friends in the evening. He came home and collapsed. A weak muscle in the heart finally gave up.
My sadness has been strange. An odd depression and a feeling of my own mortality. Anyway, my first full day at court with a variety of not particularly interesting cases and a couple of truly unpleasant clients. One in particular I was hoping would sack me but he didn't sadly, as I'm far to firm and reasonable!
I drove home listening to the marvelous Eddie Mair on PM (my absoulte media hero). He was talking to Margaret Beckett and she was just a tad frosty with him. He handled her so beautifully that she sort of melted.
Now I'm home and I'm getting just a little excited about my birthday tomorrow. I don't know why. But there it is. I love birthdays!
Maybe more tomorrow when I shall say happy birthday to myself just in case no-one else does!