recreating a snap taken last year on a bench in king george's park which i hereby declare: "g's bench." sat & grieved...

dear g,

it's weird walking home & not being able to call you. you were the perfect person to chat about work with. you loved dogpiling in on whatever i might've been moaning about. it's weird that i didn't realise this until you'd gone. now i'm not sure who to talk about my moans with since no-one else does it like you, the undisputed champ of neggy vibes. i always felt lighter after those phone calls. thank you. i hope you're enjoying being reunited w. grandad.

i love you,

adam xoxo

bonnie at scone palace the day before g's funeral. the sound she made when we arrived in the car park matches her energy here: unmitigated joy!

i see this flower in scotland a lot. don't know what it is, but i like the colour.

yet more unmitigated bon-joy. also, lol @ bud dragging lauren about the place... "bud does what bud wants."

the wrong baldie-slaphead's wearing a hat here. ne'er mind.

"fly tourettes", n., medical condition whereby afflicted curse profusely due to their bonce being unceremoniously kamikazed by rogue flies.

perth crematorium the day of g's funeral.

mum garbed in her spud sack.

lauren garbed, to me, as if victorian.

a rare selfie of all three of us.

g's posy.

mum & lauren at the atholl arms, g's favourite pub.

yours truly.