I was having lunch at a café with McP and a complete stranger. Although we were all late for school we decided to stop and have lunch. In fact there was no denying it we were very late. It was 5 minutes to 3. We all agreed that we would leave in five minutes to make it before school closes. Anyway that’s when most people come back here and talk about funerals.

When lunch arrived it was a baked potato which had something like mango or pineapple as the filling. We passed it around as we discussed B’s grandmother. She had just died 10 minutes ago and we all think she committed suicide.  We shared a general feeling of pity for his granddad but McP pointed out that she was penniless with a mountain of debt. Therefore, it was better for everyone that she passed away. We each take a spoonful of mango and pass it on.