Sunday was a sad day in my world. I said goodbye to a friend.
We had shared many nights together, enjoying craft ales and delicious food. Long walks on the beach were a staple of this union.
If I could describe my mindset as a bell-curve the last few weeks, it has been firmly on the steep slope downwards.
My baby boy is happier than every; every smile from him is a shot of endorphins. The day-job is booming, I’ve become Director of a new company spin-off, I’ve completed the first 6 weeks of being the head of a “charity” and we somehow raised $10,000 at the Mr. Perfect Trivia Night on Saturday.
It’s funny how this game of life works. On Monday 7 March we discovered at work the homeless guy Jeff that lived in the car park had passed away (you can read my 2015 blog called Jeff here). Some of the guys in the office had a real soft spot for him. Thankfully his children were tracked down and were there when he passed, despite not seeing each other for ten years.