Hi Mate

Finding time for stuff. It's a dilemma as old as time. LOL! But seriously.  Mate, I don't have anywhere near the claims on my time that you've got and yet I feel like have no time for stuff. No time at all. The other day Holloway organized an dinner with a relative of his, of his Dad's generation, who he saw at a funeral recently. It was a perfectly pleasant evening but leading up to it I kept thinking I don't have time to see my actual friends, why the fudge am I doing this?   I'm writing this on the Wednesday that came eight days after the Thursday you wrote your last post. I've thought about writing so many times over those eight days but I've felt like I don't have the time. It's only now, with the little H bomb in bed, Holloway out for the night, dinner consumed and dishes cleaned that I feel like I've got the time to sit in front of a screen and type. And those are the circumstances I feel I need to write something. But they're so i...