My life seems very strange these days. Our group seems too
have been split asunder and I can’t even visit folks. Still we have so many
ways to communicate – e-mail, messenger, telephone even snail mail and amazingly,
video calls. Even so, I sometimes wonder
how many days it would be before I was found if I fell or had a heart attack. My
cleaner comes once a fortnight so the maximum would be thirteen days I suppose.
Would the cats eat me in that time.
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