Tired.

Too much food too late - not good. I feel heavy. There's a funeral srrvice this morning in the church opposite the shop. There'll be less custom until that's over. Sometimes the mourners come in afterwards; sometimes the undertakers and chauffeurs come in whilst they are waiting for the service to finish. The shop is then eerily inhabited by black suits, still the outfit of choice for funerals here. Church goers on a Sunday wear suits and a few women even wear hats. No jeans or guitars in this part of the world. Proper respect. Or just habit.