318 - 3.9.26 - 3: Fire fire
Met with Anthony yesterday. We talked for two hours and it felt like no time had passed by. We share our journeys. I think the last time I saw him was more than a year ago. He looked great, as usual. We trade stories about parents and deaths. We chatted about ex colleagues and medical issues. We reminisced and wondered what would happen to this world. Both safe in the knowledge that we had, indeed, tried our best. We talked about our children. Oisin was 6 months old when I joined the RSPB. Anthony told me that his daughter was almost 40. I was in disbelief. I knew these children as, well, children. While we talked, there was a fire and it turned out that it was a fire at the scrapyard of the harbour. It was nuts really. Apparently there was another fire there in May of this year. Ghin cleaned the toilet and started with the garage. I tried gardening, but it began raining. I am tired all the time. This year has been a tiring year. I have only run four times since...