dying would be like this!’
How many people have thought that this year I wonder?
The grim reaper on piecework this last year must have made scythe-loads of crypto coin?
Audrey is sat in an end of life ward... waiting...
Her only one designated visitor reports that on his last visit she was nowhere to be found. Hold on, was that her under what he at first thought was a pile of bedding? Audrey was sitting out of bed with her head on a table under the covers.
She is becoming more confused by the day. Each day’s dementia questions she sails through, then sinks back into whichever otherworldly place she occupies?
Audrey in better days.