The Grass Stalk.

I had a call from Sis this morning saying that she was with TOL - the news is not good. A couple of years ago, I rushed down to see the old girl before she died; while it's possible she's doing the same thing again, it's likely to be a different story this time. I've decided to travel down on Thursday after spending tomorrow tidying up some of the more urgent affairs.
I'm supposed to be leading next week's run. I often take the Mickey out of Wild Bill Hiccup but, as always, he's the first to volunteer to take over my duties when needed. I promise to be nice to him when I get back, but not for too long.