Firstly, on the way to and fro to the Hospital, I chose to take a shortcut through the graveyard and bumped into a funeral, unsurprisingly. Felt a little bad for wearing my bright pink and purple shirt at the time though.
Secondly, I had my first human dissection today. It would be improper of me to say very much, but I'd like to thank my cadaver for keeping so trim in life, as it made and makes my job much easier.
Thirdly, I'd like to take this time to announce the official retirement of the beloved tramp shoes. They've been with me for a long time, through thick and through thin, but in recent weeks, especially with this wicked Scottish climate, their gaping holes have been felt much more keenly. Also, in the event of a sinking ship scenario they would barely function as bailing devices at all. For these reasons, the shoes and I have decided that it is best for them to bow out gracefully.
They will continue to function in a severely reduced capacity in the coming months, but will eventually be returned to the place of their origin (a Huddersfield bench) in a small, private ceremony.
I will remember them with sadness, but also fondness and pride.
In memoryWho knows? Perhaps someone with even lower standards than myself will take them and find a use for them.
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I would like to say a few words at the shoes' funeral.
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