Need this weekend. After Pa Buckley's recent travails and ongoing recovery worries, my Uncle Michael died yesterday. Ma Buckley, in the midst of wearing herself out caring for Pa Buckley, while being unwell herself, is heartbroken her big brother. He lived in America, and I hadn't seen him since I was a kid, don't think Mum had seen for a long while, but she was close to him when they were younger. He was 86, had a good life and was about to have to be moved the a care home, which he didn't want. Heart attack and off he went. I like to think it was a final act of defiance. That generation of Irish who left poverty with nothing went out into the world and made their fortune against all the odds have all my admiration. RIP Uncle Michael.
Friday - Client meeting in Camden in the morning. Work from wherever after that, to enable meeting my boy for Arsenal and pizza.
Saturday - take the kids to Ju-Jitsu and then I've got a cup match in the afternoon.
Sunday - competitive rugby is back! Can't wait to see my youngest wiping bigger kids out in the season opening Tournament at our. I'm on parking duty first thing. Don't know which I prefer, greeting people with a big smile or bossing them about!