It's a beautiful day on the croft and the Builder and I are preparing to head off to the mainland to attend the funeral of our friends' son.
I feel a guilty pleasure in the fact that we are going to have some time together.
I feel there ought to be no pleasure in our having to go to such an event. And yet, the Builder and I are able to spend so little time together, that there is some pleasure in preparing for our couple of days away.
I hope you all understand.