https://bsky.app/profile/plaz.bsky.socialhttps://bsky.app/profile/plaz.bsky.social/post/3l75kgmuqhi2kIt was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat in the crematorium, listening to my Uncle Hamish quietly snoring in harmony to Bach's Mass in B Minor, and I reflected that it always seemed to be skipping dipshits that drew me back to Gallanach. [contains quote post or other embedded content]23 Oct 2024 03:01 +0000at://did:plc:nlsxqxu2ajdk2gg2ftaqaxyy/app.bsky.feed.post/3l75kgmuqhi2k