And it is all vicarious, but boo hoo.
I had a phone call first thing this morning from a good friend I used to work with, to tell me that one of our old colleagues had collapsed and died at work yesterday. It wasn't someone I was close to, he was a quiet bloke, but nice, with a great dry humour. And he was only in his forties.
So I ring another lady we used to work with to let her know the sad news, and she tells me her husband has pancreatic cancer and secondary liver cancer. It doesn't look good.
And I had a shitty day at work.