Ice on the Beach

To Susan's funeral. A really quite sad event, age just 51; I thought she'd recovered but clearly she hadn't and kept it quiet from all but the closest. What a brilliant livewire of a person she was; I'm not easily led astray but in Susan's company, there was always that danger. After I retired, she tried to talk Reidle and myself into being chalet maids at the ski chalets she managed in the winter. A couple more drinks and I'd have signed up. Close shave.
I nearly blipped her a couple of years back on her boat, but opted for the evening sun instead. Sadly missed.
Later, a couple of beers at the Starbank with C&Mo. I'm sure I got a word in.