It's early morning ish here, and I definitely feel pensive. Full of thought. Full of last year. Full of inquest hearing. It's Rich's wedding anniversary today as well (I think) and I'm glad he doesn't have to go through another one. See, there are good things, if I look for them hard enough. He's spared so much pain now.
I need to shake this feeling and get on. I have to do the notices for church, and take the stars to church to put up. And work out how I'm going to put them up, but that's a different story - I'll post a picture from church to show the finished article.
I need to print off some letters at school (must get new wireless printer thingy - maybe web wireless printer thingy!) for DVLA, and Uni Birmingham and people like that. Point out to DVLA that yes, he's still dead and they can feel free to fine him £80 instead of £40, but he isn't going to pay it and he isn't going to tax the car. Or the bike. Mmmm. They got a piece of my mind when they asked about him taxing the bike. I had already told them 4 times he was killed on 17/07/09.
Speaking of which, tomorrow is 500 days since he died. Nobody will know or care except me. I won't even tell the AC or J, but I'll know.
Maybe that's why I'm pensive.
Who knows.
Right. Things to do, places to go, stars to hang!
Laters people.
