There will be no blogging today as I'm heading back to the North-East with a heavy heart to say goodbye to my Dad. Eighteen months ago he was diagnosed with bone cancer and was told all they could do was slow it down, not stop it. Just last week he was admitted to hospital to try and give him another bout of chemo, but he started having stomach pains and they were unable to dose him up. The pains have grown worse and he is starting to lose the final battle.
Our politics are polar opposites as he's a great believer in socialism and the welfare state, though has little time for socialists or the Labour Party. He believes that those who have should help those who haven't, so long as those who haven't use the help to get past their troubles. He has no time for those who see benefit dependency as a lifestyle choice, he was getting paid for moderating exam results only last year at the age of 75.
I can't say enough how proud I am of my Dad, when I measure myself against him I always come up short, though he was (and is) proud of me for no reason I can see.
So today I say goodbye, I don't shed tears easily, but I suspect today they'll flow easily.