Tag: uncle

• Proustian Preston

  

  Memory is a strange beasty. The same memory can make you sad one day and happy the next day. Logic does not apply in the land of reminices. And quite right too. I’ve had a day of memories as i travelled Oop North to myUncle’s funeral. It was a testament to the man that, despite…

  Pollie Math

  October 28, 2013

  Family, First principles

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