Before long they were talking Lockdown and how things might be in the future. It was a mix of optimism and doom.
Then they did death. Barry gone, Leila, William. The miracle was Joan and her survival at 94, thanks to Lambert & Butler.
Anne told them about taking Lulu to the undertaker in Islington, shrouded in a white quilted pillowcase. Anne was convinced Lulu died because she lived on cheese and chocolate. When they arrived, just before closing, the undertaker said, “The deceased?”
Lulu made that final journey with her feet up, sticking out of a cyclist’s black plastic pannier.
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Published by Billy Mann
I'm originally from Liverpool and worked as a national magazine journalist for more than 30 years before suffering a stroke at age 53. I started blogging as part of a neuro-rehabilitation programme and wrote the very first entries with one finger of my disabled left hand. Later, art became another therapy for me at Headway East London's Submit To Love Studios. I write about my daily activities and encounters. In 1988, I married Jane. We are still together today, sharing our lives and making each other laugh.
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