Blackcurrant Jam

Cork for work today. 
Had a funeral to attend near the train station too during the morning. Bright sunshine outside, contra point to the sombre church, a carbon copy of many of the church buildings in Ireland, on the inside anyway.  Something about funerals unless its a person you were close to. The chat is commonplace. Usually makes me think of Scrooge, eavesdropping on his erstwhile business partners talking about his demise, though he knows it not..

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