Some of you will have met my brother Richard. He was the skinny sweary one on Top Table at the wedding; he was the one still dancing after the music had stopped at TCASU, a convention in Ireland in October 2003.
For the last twenty years or so, he's been going to die sometime in the next couple of years. For the last couple of years, he's been going to die in the next couple of months.
Mother tells me that it rather looks like he might be going to die in the next couple of weeks. The theory is that he has a 52nd birthday on January 15th; there's a significant chance he's going to miss it. He can't get out of bed, and he can't string more than three or four words together before stopping to catch his breath.
I'm supposed to be going down there on Thursday; I may yet decide to go down there rather sooner.
Do please join me in hoping that his final few days aren't harder for him than they need to be.