Finally!

it is clear to me and if I’m wrong then Im wrong, that my mother IS STILL LIVING.

and that my brother IS NOT.

they were able to match his teeth to his dental records.

my mourning, then, was not ridiculous and if he is still out there and he’s laughing this off he’s a pig.

my son’s lovely old girlfriend has moved off but she started a new game on the old theme.

first it was who’s the asshole? Then, who’s the Saint. That ended at the Haven Hospital in Reading. So, now we have “Who”s the pig?” Obviously I was scared it was me as we sat comfortably in the kitchen/sitting area, and maybe it was. That was Christmas 2019. And actually there were a number of candidates.

She died with the pink stuffed pig from the hospital in her hands as she lay in bed and then in hospice at home. Except she didn’t. My theory is that she gave the sign to the health workers once she got away from the house and sat up.

who knew? Who didn’t? Old people who watch murder mysteries from a foreign country (England) 4 nights a week begin to get a little rash.