Dad might have weeks, not months. This is too real, it's too soon - this time last week things were relatively ticking over as normal. This time next week I might not have a dad. It's unfair. He doesn't want to live any more, he told me this earlier today, he's done with all this pain.
Having spent most of the day either at the hospital, or at home, with the family, I made it back to mine for 3pm to work on tonight's show. It worked well, more filming for Cambridge TV, this was all new stuff (with the inclusion of 'Grace' at the end) - 13 minutes worth, plenty of new ideas and I'm happy with most of it. The idea of being on an exercise bike, trying to play the cajon, the keyboard and sing all at the same time got cheap laughs and must have looked crazy to the audience. I did well to get through that tonight, and proof that I can bash out new material at short notice if need be.
Nice to catch up with Izzy, Marcus and Meg afterwards in a pub down the road, then I met up with Esther for a late drink and heart pouring session, which was much needed.
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