Gary Moore Day

Feeling even worse than yesterday today. This cold has gripped me a little tighter, and the coughing and spluttering is worse. Got told by at least four people to go home, but... well... Helen had called at 8.00am, saying Jess was crook and wasn't going to school. Which meant that she would have to stay off work again. So I couldn't do anything constructive at home, but at least at work I could do something.
Of course, Helen called again after midday to say Jess had tonsil stones and wouldn't be able to go to school again tomorrow. Which means I will be at home with her tomorrow. Which, in reality, is not a bad outcome for me with the way I feel today.

It is three years today since Gary Moore was found dead in his hotel room, an untimely death of one of my favourite guitarists and artists. So once again it was time to trot out all the best of his albums for listening again, to remember his great stuff. Memories of the great man. I even granted to listen to some of his blues material.