Izzy’s elder daughter has been here tackling the heavy duty business end with me. Wild days Indeed. All his music gear is gone now. Hard stuff. Hard stuff. We dealt with banks and superannuation and RTA and insurance. And we barely know one another.
Then she drove south in the Kombi – the vehicle I am most accustomed to being in. Heart breaks all over the place.
Once again – I am clean and sober tonight. No frills recovery. That buys me another tomorrow.