No particular place to go

What time are you picking me up for that funeral? The text message wakens me from my lazy, unemployed, mid-morning slumber. It is 10.15am. I leap up in horror, having forgotten all about said 11am funeral until the arrival of The Sister’s message. As I am brushing my teeth, ironing a pair of trousers somewhat desperately [...]

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