Today was a mixed morning of emotions as the news cam in as phone calls through my late sleep. My girlfriend, with whom I have just spent a week-end auto-trader in hand hunting in the west midlands for a car, used the same car for the first time to get to her job somewhere on the outskirts of Leicester. I was relieved and filled with pride. Jolie, as we have decide to call the car, will be supplying a lot of freedom and endless hours of fun in the few months to be. Having a car is always great even if the polute the shit out of the planet.

The later phone call put hings into alot of perspective. My uncle Paco the baker has died. I saw him this christmass for Christmass eve and Christmass lunch and never thought that it would be the last time I would have seen him.
What discusts me the more is the fact that I am stuck in the UK and wont be able to make it even for the funeral. He was a good man, perhaps one of the most solid people I have meet. He went through life always trying to do what is right and working hard. A lesson in humility and simplicity for everyone that looked or interacted with him. I will remember him in my heart forever and shall say see you later to him. I just feel bad for his closest family and all the people that knew him in the town, most of them will be attending the funeral and I am sure they will not all fit in the church.

Thank you Paco for all you knowledge and care. For the endless hours of always enriching conversation. I will miss you greatly. To those who read this if you are a beliver spare a prayer for him if not spare a thought. A good man has left us today and his memory and the way he touched the lifes of the people around him will always be remembered.

Farewell Paco farewell and thank you for everything.