Dave is exhausted today. Dave's mum was in hospital last night with a troublesome kidney stone and he struggled to settle without her. Maybe he was picking up on everyone else's anxiety. Whatever it was, he tried to sleep on mum's side of the bed but fell off the bed a couple of times in the night. He ended up half under the bed beneath my feet and since our walk to the crematorium and back this morning he has snoozed. Mum is back now but he's playing it cool and taking no notice of her. Dave likes to walk to the crematorium. It gives us the chance to discuss the transitory nature of life and the futility of resisting the flow of time. Dave is cool with that.