Last night was awake for hours. Lay in the deep dark and deep silence. Had a sort of sense of being alive which I rarely feel - after I came round from surgery was the last time. When you've had to face the idea of dying you realise that being alive is a bonus.

Was engaged in conversation by woman next in queue outside Tesco Express; she very taken with my remark that everything is like a strange dream at the moment.

When the Co-op bloke asked me if there was anything else, I said ruefully that I'd wished there'd been some eggs, whereupon he produced a box of 10 from behind the counter. Free-range too. Result.

In the evening, very sad tweet from a doctor about signing more death certificates in one night than ever before, and the 'little things'; a book with a bookmark still in, an unread text from family, a watch still ticking.
Then SB's Facebook account had a message from his sister, saying he'd died. Very sad.

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