Incidences, coincidences

My father is finally out of hospital after nearly three weeks. While sitting in reception on the phone to someone while scanning the area for a wheelchair, Griff walked past. This should be no surprise - he was born in the town. But like me, he has been away, and I hadn't seen him since we were both 18 and at college. Close, but no cigar.

Note to self: don't take charge of a wheelchair. You're rubbish.

Time to gather my resources and focus. Deadlines looming, as is China in April.

Listening to: 'I'm So Tired' by the Tommy Chase Orchestra off the long-forgotten album 'Groove Merchant' on Stiff Records.