Kia ora koutou
Everyone eventually dies. Old people do it more often. Not in individual terms of course - imagine if fifty year olds died once a decade, eighty year olds once every couple of months etc- by the time you got to 120 you'd be dying once a week! Anyhoo, my neighbour was 84 and had become unable to look after herself a few years back. She passed and the funeral seemed to occupy an inordinate amount of the week. Spring has well and truly sprung, and although the burgeoning growth is no match for sharp steel, lotsa cutting and trimming is all that stands between our household and the advancing vegetation. Talk about Triffids! Ch32 barely started, but I have a 'writing window' in the weekend if all goes well.