We should be getting prepared for a trip down to Deloraine today but, it's 10.45 and time is getting away. One of the older members of the Probus Club has died and his funeral is being held at 1 o'clock. There's still time, if we hurried, but we are reluctant. We have been gradually cutting our ties with Deloraine, the old gentleman was not a particular friend and it's raining - all good reasons why we might give this a miss.
I've transferred my Probus allegiance to the local Longford Men's Club and Marilyn has intentions of getting involved with the Women's equivalent and we have agreed that Deloraine is no longer our home town.
Still, I can't help feeling just a little bit guilty.
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