More Friends in Low Places

I know I’m getting a bit carried away posting today. But I want to share another dollop of James Willis’ generously shared wisdom. I’ve just read this and felt very touched… then very amused. It from Chapter 7 of Friends in Low Places.

A charming and courteous gentleman of the old school a remarkable amateur naturalist whose encyclopaedic knowledge of plant names was slowly and tragically deserting him stood with me in his hall ten minutes after he had found his wife dead in their shower. In his thread-bare tweed jacket he swayed a little against his stick as he contemplated the fact that he had drawn the longer of the two straws they had held together for so many years. Slightly the longer.

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