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August 18, 2009
I sleep in and Peter picks me up for the trip to the Central coast for our uncle's funeral. We stop at a pub and have a surprisingly tasty lunch and a beer in the breeze of the open front. Five minutes away from the funeral which is a lovely service, if you'd call it that. Non-religious with Slim Dusty music and lovely personal tributes from children, brothers and grand children. Afters at aunties and drive back to the RSL for beers and dinner. Home and straight to bed with the cat. Didn't sleep very well (too many beers).