Colin's funeral.

Gareth said the clients can't come. He insists on maintaining proper boundaries, even in death. I feel rebuked, slightly, while noticing, however, that the zeal Gareth puts into insisting upon boundaries, is the very same zeal he puts into transgressing them himself. I really must do some proper spying on him.

Saw Thom this evening. He was quiet, preferring to practice his grade 5 piano pieces. I wonder if he has girl trouble? And then it occurs to me, for all our international pursuit of the finest erotica, would Thom feel at ease telling me about his girlfriends...? Is that possible? Could I have been a more liberal, more, in fact, shameless father? I began to crumple under a wave of stunning dismay. And so he, sensing my disintegration, reminded me of how I, at his age, had failed my grade 4 flute exam. Had not the teacher called my playing 'disturbing'? And so Thom, as only a son is able, saved me from my disintegration, by pointing it out.

I still have that report of my musical failure.

I must frame it. It'll be a reminder of my vocation.