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On Friday night, Li'l Brother was heading home from a Night of Heavy Drinking when he saw something in the road. Turned out to be someone. A hit and run victim. It was a guy in his 30s. He was alive when my brother found him, but not by the time the ambulance came. The paramedic pointed out that the substance all over the road was brains. Anyone else think this paramedic has seen too much action and forgotten that members of the public might prefer to be spared those details? My brother spend a couple of hours giving a statement yesterday. They like to go over every detail a hundred times. Luckily, he's not at all traumatised by the event. Evidently not easily shaken.

Next Saturday I have a wedding to go to. This is a problem because it might involve a small amount of social interaction. And we can't have that. Also, I can't get too drunk because it's likely I have to work on Sunday. All this migration work that's been threatening to happen for the past three months might actually progress. Which is good as it's starting to make me rock back and forth in my chair. The Boss has noticed this. She's also affected - she gets hot flushes every time the project is mentioned.

Here's a song:   It's quite sad, but quite pretty. It makes me smile.

tags: family  work  staying in