...the show must go on....

Strange day at work....so many people came to hug me...to commiserate with the loss of a friend of 20 odd years....and cried on my shoulder...and I wanted to cry too.....but you can't when people are leaning on you for support. Or maybe you can....and maybe I should have done...but I didn't....I sucked it up...and put on a brave face.

Tonight was the end of coaching barbecue...and again I put on a brave face....60 burgers and 60 hot dogs to cook...kids and parents to talk to and joke with....presentations to be made....then after they'd all gone looking back over the sessions....chatting with the coaches, and visiting coaches from other clubs.

Back home...to make some phone calls to ex-colleagues....and to remonstrate with several people on web sites commenting on the death of my friend and spreading rumours.......and receiving apologies.

The photo is of Henry....or as he will be known after tonight.....Henry the Hot Dog!

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