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Friday, 4 March 2016

my Day is my own again ...

my delivery of an order placed yesterday arrived. Now lets see what this is all about. It has tickled me a tad. A lot in the craft world passed by, in that time away from life. 

The post has dropped through the letterbox, today too. The anticipation of the annual bills and bobs is coming through. Another bill is the same amount. That will lessen my confusion. Another fact in life, the home insurance started to reverse in price, on reaching the and that age. The fact will not happen for my partner now. In minds eye, the eternal age at death. I am an older bag of bones now. And that is no joke in another country. If you cannot afford the next process in decomposition to free up grave space, you are disrespectfully dug up and put in a sack and reburied, communally.



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