For me, payday is tomorrow. And there’s a few things I want to buy.
I have my eyes on a little set-top box that I can ad to my TV: to let me watch high definition TV channels.
There’s a ton of other things, too.
There’s something else, as well: as you can possibly guess.
I’m a long term fan of the late Sir Terry Pratchett: having read his work since the mid-1980s, when I first came across The Colour of Magic.
As you can imagine, his diagnosis with Alzheimer’s Disease was something I found upsetting: especially as it a condition my grandmother suffered with.
His death was equally upsetting.
I’m also VERY aware of something else.
Last night saw the UK release of his last book: The Shepard’s Crown.
Something I’m both looking forward to — it’s a Discworld novel, after all — and dreading ordering.
And reading.
Sir Terry, himself, said — in Going Postal — that someone only died when his name stopped being spoken.
I’m very aware there are moves afoot to make sure of that.
But there’s a reason I’m dreading buying The Shepard’s Crown.
It means I know for certain that an old friend has died … … …
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