I leave for London at 8am tomorrow morning. I wish I were going under happier circumstances but, equally, I am glad that I am able to say goodbye properly to Uncle Ian. I've picked out my brightest print dress to wear to the funeral. It seems appropriate to celebrate him.
My trip back also coincides with both my sister's and my mother's birthdays, which fall on consecutive days, so it'll be lovely to be able to see them then: the first time in years I've been around for both.
I'll barely be in London, for a few days at most, and will be taking meetings when I am there, with little time for catching up. This really is a fleeting trip, so apologies in advance to those I won't get to see.