Of all the things I could have passed on to my son, this is the last thing I would have wanted. He can have my bikes, my books, my tools, my love of Radiohead and Gabriel-era Genesis, and my deeper love of custard and doughnuts, and custard doughnuts, but why would he want to haveContinue reading “A Sudden Loss of Consciousness”
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Needles
Now they have a point. Perhaps that’s why I don’t get on with them. Bit of a fainter, me. Blood tests, jabs, knitting. All bring me out in a cold sweat. I’m a proper bloody nuisance when I have to go to the doctors or the hospital. Out here, they have a big bank ofContinue reading “Needles”