I'm 62. The right age when everybody in my family dies of heart failure. No risk for me I already had my heart failure when my children decided to live in the country I brought them up in. Too bad for me. I console myself by writing. Praying, too. Sorry, no one is perfect. Is it my fault if my best friends are nuns and priests? I like writing funny stories about society. Because the editors seem to have no sense of humour at all, I am now writing about my life! Too bad for them. Not funny at all. I love going to England where my children live. Pity I have to fly. I hate that. All the way to Midlands Airport I have to remember that I must breathe in. Happiness costs that much!
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