A life lived backwards

By GailyWhaley

The day looked so promising.

And then Mam wasn't well. (but since rallied)

And then I met the hunt. Many times. At the brow of hills. On every verge. In the middle of the road. Drinking out of hip flasks.

And then I came home and sat in the house petting cats while the bombs went off.

Went to bed proper grumpy.

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