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So many immigrant criminals? This gives strength to the right-wing mob!

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I’m not sure if this ever happened. I do not trust my memory anymore. Yet I dreamed of this last night, and to me, it was a real memory… but…
I’d be about nine years old at the time; I was visiting Mr Widdowson, a grand old chap, and his wife. I was concerned about his knees playing up and asked him if I could call on him after school the next day to see how he was. He lit his pipe before answering me (I loved the smell of his baccy, whichever it was) and replied, “Well young un, it’s reet kind on yer, but you should get on with living; I’m ready for death, and a bit of peace, but mostly to be free of pain.” “But I’ll not half miss the missus!” He smiled gently and added, “If yer lives long enough, you’ll understand worra mean, lad”. And gave me a threepenny bit and a home-baked buttered scone. I’m not certain, and I think I had the exact same dream later on in the morning. Twice more!
I just thought I’d mention it.

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Woke up by Carer Chris.
To find the right hand mangled by the Peripheral Neuropathy Pete.
And the left one, by Colin Cramps!.