I found out this morning that someone I used to work with died last week, in very sad circumstances, and I feel pretty stunned. We weren't close friends, but I liked her and got on with her, and she was younger than me and now she's dead. I bumped into her just before Christmas when Patsington and I were on our way to a party. We were running really, really late because of crappy service in the restaurant where we'd been dining, and she stopped to chat and I had to say we were in a huge hurry and bustled off. Now I wish I hadn't. The next time I see someone I know and like and haven't seen in a while, I'm going to talk to them, whether I'm in a hurry or not. Being late for a fucking party isn't a good enough reason not to.