Funeral

My friend Seth's father died earlier in the week, so I went up to Stoke yesterday for the funeral. I knew Seth back in Dublin, though he's in Belfast now, and so it was a lot easier for me to attend than any of the others. Plus also, the no job thing.

I wore my normal suit and my enormous black coat, but oh no, I broke the arm off my regular pair of glasses, so I had to wear my prescription sunglasses whenever I wanted to read something moderately far away. But not more than was necessary, after a glimpse of myself in a window confirmed that suit+coat+short hair+sunglasses is over the thin line between mourner and professional assassin.

( Not actually that sad, but quite long )