^^^ when dad died my brother wanted to take some of his ashes to scatter on a favourite spot from their motorbiking jaunts, which he did. The devil in me often wondered which bit of dad is missing and whether there's a leg or arm helping a tree grow on the roadside somewhere in northern France. I wonder if mother, who is buried with him, has noticed he's lost weight ??
Gardening is an excuse not to do housework
Greetings from Salisbury
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