13th October
I was out scrumping figs this morning, on my way home I saw Mme Bert walking back from her mailbox. We exchanged the usual pleasanteries and I asked how her husband was doing.
His hip is giving him a lot of pain, he was at the hospital on Friday
I thought maybe he had rheumatic problems and asked what treatment he is getting,
Well the cancer is quite advanced, so there's nothing much they can do now.
Sunday Poem
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“My Son, my Executioner” My son, my executioner, I take you in my
arms, Quiet and small and just astir And whom my body warms. Sweet death,
small son...
6 hours ago
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