The most difficult thing this evening has been breaking the news.
My parents have travelled up from Wales and have been staying in a nearby hotel. Kitten and I visited them and, understandably, it was a diffcult visit. Parents do not like to lose a son whether he is four or forty five. I understand that as a parent myself and my heart bleeds when I think of the devastation of the news for my parents and, of course my wife.
On the way back home we popped into Notoplip's and after the initial exchanges things relaxed.
There was much humour. Not all of it is suitable for this blog but there is a moment that I thought that I would share.
I was saying that some people can taken by illness before they have lived. Nothing is worse than thinking of a child dying of a disease like this. At least I have lived a life and I said that I am just pleased that I have found someone that I love.
Kitten's eyes widened with pride as I turned to Notoplip and said "you".
We all burst out laughing and there is nothing like laughter at these times to ease the situation.
Notoplip and I were also musing about our boys at yesterday's Chelsea match. Huffty is a clever little chappy and he also likes to get in the spirit of the occasion but yesterday he started to get a little to big for himself.
Huffty has a squeaky little voice and it is so funny seeing him in the family section copying the chants of the nearby Shed End. There was much amusement around us as every five minutes he stood up, forsook his normal voice and put on a London football chanting voice for renditions of "Stand up for the champions" or "Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea etc". Worse than that Notoplip's boy "Sonic" felt it necessary to follow suit.
Have we brought up to yobs we asked? Whilst secretly thinking that it was great to see them so involved.
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