Since the day Laing died, and apart from from hotels (which don’t count), I have not slept under the same roof as another person, until last night.
You see, I have company with me. A fellow widower. Now he and his other half always wanted to go to Venice, but as with so many of us widows and widowers, cancer intervened, thank you very much, and decided to screw up the future plans we had all been making.
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