GETTING ON

GETTING ON with Getting on but it isn't business as usual. Thank god for Marc Bolan…

I’m back at work - I haven’t lost my appetite for work, thankfully and thank god for working from home, come on - and I did wait quite a lot longer than Sheryl Sandberg if anyone is asking - but death is like pregnancy: it preoccupies.

Only in reverse: i’m not looking forward, i’m hurtling back, and everything is boxed up: my beloved’s remains, the contents of the car, his old medicines o had to take by the box load to a pharmacy to “safely dispose of”.

Remains, remembering…

In a grim time a little luck: just before the funeral service last week my friend Andrew to me to a tucked away Jewish chapel of memory at Golders Green Crematorium to gather my thoughts away from the throng and there right in front of me was a plaque to many dear departed souls including Marc Bolan - yes!

My upgrade tendencies swung into action and reader, I have secured the spot next to him for my beloved and it will be ready in time for his birthday in April.

Good times roll, rock and roll, and i’ll take even an approximation of it right now.