Yesterday I attended an interesting forum at the cemetery called Final Disposition. On the way home I passed a table outside a charity shop and bought a novel in French for a friend. An hour later I passed the table again and noticed a title by the recently deceased Michael Foot. A biography of Aneurin Bevan. I had to0 much to carry but couldn’t pass it. It cost 25 cents.

Early evening I learnt the writer Alan Sillitoe had died. (RIP)

The co-incidence of all occurring on a day so primed with mortality was like circulation.