Darrens birthday today so we're off into town to see the Edward Hopper exhibition at the Tate and then I secured us a table at The Ivy for some grub (it was like pulling teeth from a hen getting into that place).
I was travelling home on the train on Monday afternoon reading the Rhona Cameron book. During chapter 11 (November) she describes the death of her Father from cancer. It's written from the perspective of a 14 year old lezzie lassie from Scotland and it made me burst into tears. I had to look out of the window, pretending to be engrossed in the scenery, till my eyes dried. The book is called 1979 and I recommend it to anyone who did their growing up in the late 70's (listen to Rhona talk about the book in that last link).