15 April. The ma outlaw died a couple of days ago, so we're in New Zealand for the funeral. She was a tenacious old thing. Her last year was mostly torture, and someone less religious would have been asking for a pistol. Over her lifetime she put her intelligence to good use (unlike Albert).
The timing means I've had to cancel my attendance at Albert's xtieth birthday in Tasmania. But would you believe it! Albert has agreed to move the whole event over here! He only asked that all accommodation should have saunas and pools. So after the wake we'll take off for two nights in a sort of rainforest spa. Then 2 nights in a 5* place in the city, where we can blow the pension fund's birthday payout on meals and massages.