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Louise and I email each other from time to time. She makes a living in London these days as a surveyor, and describes herself as battery-operated. She has appeared in Woman's Own, talking about what it's like to have had implanted cardiac defibrillator (ICD) since her teens. Note: Louise is very particular about it being an implanted defibrillator rather than a mere pace-maker, because ICDs are more rare and expensive, which means that by extension, she is, too.
Monica is a Biomedical Scientist. I think I'll need to quiz her some day about what that entails, because part of me wants to believe that it's the sort of role you might have if you were part of the crew on the starship Enterprise, but a more cynical part of me thinks that it might involve poking around inside sheep jobbies or something equally icky.
Apparently Kathleen is the very person to talk to if you want a recommendation for someone good to read your cards. My brother Paul and late sister Colette both visited a couple of psychics that came with Kathleen's approval, and raved about how accurate they were. (This delighted me, because both of them told me that their readings had mentioned the oldest brother becoming really rich. I'm still waiting.)
Joe (1951 - 1993) had a love for life that was equalled only by his love for Motherwell Football Club. The last time I remember meeting him was in my dad's pub, and I was struck by how alike they looked. Noting a similarly strong resemblance between Tosh and myself, it seems inevitable that when I'm the age my dad is now, I'll look exactly like him.