I'm not sure if I'll have time to write Bike this week.

I have had two reports of bereavement in the last few days with the funeral process tomorrow taking up most of the day. As they say, one sign of old age is going to more funerals than weddings. One is my elderly neighbour, who at 97 years old could be seen as inevitable, the other a good friend and widow of an even better friend, who died some years ago. This good lady died from a stroke, which given my own experience of a similar affliction, makes it even more poignant.

If I have time I will write something but it may well be shorter and hurried, so patience please - oh I forgot, nobody reads my stuff anyway.