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..