Two funerals in one week.
My flight to Glasgow was at 6am yesterday and Robert's funeral was at 1pm.
Beautiful service for a really, really lovely man.
It was smashing seeing family again although in sad circumstances.
I was due to fly back on the last flight tonight but our friends here wanted as many people as possible to be part of our Friday beers and tapas as José was such a massive part of the fun.
I changed to an afternoon flight. Don picked me up. Home. Shower. And shortly going out to meet our friends.
On any given Friday there will never be less than 12 of us and on a celebration night twice that.
José was so well thought of and will be so sadly missed that we think there will be around 40 of us.
Gambrinus has been told and basically we've taken over a huge chunk of the outside area.
I think I'll be shattered tomorrow!
