Three posts in one day - I won't keep this up.
I've been thinking a lot over the last few days about timing - how bad things seem to time themselves for the worst possible time.
The catalyst for this has been a friend of mine, or rather the death of a father of a friend of mine last week. My mate lives abroad. When he moved abroad he and his wife gave a good bit of thought to what would happen in these circumstances. They figured that flights would always be available and provided they kept som emoney back, they could get back at 48 hours notice anytime.
Now, timing has gone against them. There are never good times, but this is the only time they can't go back. Why? Because in the next week or two, they'll become parents for the first time. It is the only time they couldn't have gone back for the funeral, and made even worse by the fact it happened just before, not just after the birth, meaning his dad never found out what they had.
Like I say, timing sucks.