A Winter Funeral
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
- WH Auden
It’s cold here. A family friend has left us. She liked chardonnay and had a big, strong laugh. She also smoked heavily all her life, and that’s what got her in the end.
Normal blogging will resume in a few days.
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