Thanks, Pete and Nigel.

We (Himself and I) spent this evening at celebrations for the 70th birthday of Bill, a man who is the director for my Thursday night choir, and who has been a tower of strength for a very long time in the theatrical and musical life of this town since making his debut at the tender age of six. The choir sang, a small group of us who belong to both the choir and the local uke group sang a song specially written for Bill, and people told stories and jokes and reminisced about Bill, his life and work. Bill and everyone else present (the hall was packed) had a really great time. It was such a lovely way to end what has, frankly, been a shit of a week and an affirmation that, no matter how bad things are, life does go on.