Goodbye, old friend.

This is not a rant.

You will find no bilious raving here. No copious profanity or verbal assault on pop culture. If you're waiting for me to launch into an over-long onslaught on some public figure, someone who is unaccountably richer or more successful than me, then you're in for a let down. I'm not going to get all lefty and self-righteous.

I will not be using the word twunt in this blog.

This is a eulogy.

The Friday before last I had to put Molly down.

It's taken me this long to be able to bring myself to blog about it. While I realise how little entertainment or benefit readers may derive from this blog (if anyone actually still reads this thing) this is, nonetheless, a significant event in my life and I don't feel like I can resume my normal repetoire of sweary wordplay until I address it.

So, apologies if this departure disappoints you. You are no obligation to continue reading.

This is more for me than it is for you.

I'll keep it brief.

I have lost a good and loyal friend and I will miss her. I have also lost a link to my childhood and my mother. I finally realise that both are gone forever.

I've done the crying. I've done the mourning. I'm over it.

I'm fine!

But I miss my doggy.