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It's all in the numerals. I've just spent the last half an hour inking my grandfather's death date on my sister's shoulder with a Bic pen I must have been sucking on the end of at some stage because the ink has defied gravity and has worked it's way into the top of the pen and it seems like I must scratch it on her back several times to get the ink flowing again. It will hurt less than when she gets it tattooed, I tell her. DLS is getting to me. I know it gives us an extra hour, but I am really not coping this time round. I have friends in various time-zones in the US so contact with them takes place at unsociable hours - which is alright c