Sunday Afternoon

Things are a bit brighter today.
Not the weather -- it's absolutely pouring down -- but in my head.

I got a message from my late father last night.
Nuts, I hear you cry. But in actual fact going to a Spiritualist Church is about the sanest thing in my life at the moment.
It was nice to hear from my dad.
I know it was my dad.
It wasn't a sentimental hugs and flowers message.
It was my dad; the funny rattling noise on the car needs to be checked out, and the thing doesn't run on air -- put some oil and water in it occasionally.
Thanks dad.

I'll be booking my car into a garage very soon.