When your sister starts to drive off with her wing mirror tucked in, remind her gently to sort it while you’re still stationary rather than letting it descend into a full-blown argument as she drives, and you’re less likely to end up in an accident!
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Poem as I lie dying
[As the title says, really… well, at least, I wrote it t’other week when I was laid up with food poisoning and thought slipping away was a distinct(ly unlikely) possibility – enjoy!]
Fading light and I feel heavy
I hear Death gurgling within me
Feel him in each laboured breath
One more expired until I rest.
My name is Skylance 