Like Reading My Own Obituary

Today was the day I sat down by my work computer to go through my emails. They are self generating little "so and so.." In the old days, sending over sixty different letters out in one afternoon would be good going. It's now become the electronic norm.

I also eventually got to read my own profile in Golwg, the Welsh language weekly magazine. They rang me last week to say that they wanted to put me in the frame.

It was a little bit like reading your own obituary before you die. I appreciated the nice comments though and I'll live with the remark that I have a loud laugh. I don't know how to laugh any other way. A quiet laugh is nothing more than a giggle.