The plague tour

Covid-19, cancer, cardiac conditions. There’s an unpleasant alliteration to the crap that has been afflicting those close to us this year. My wee nuclear family is just fine, but the wider family is not. Not fine at all.

Death is in the building. Perched on a bar stool, tapping a beer coaster. No rush. Just making himself known.

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