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Tuesday, 10 September 2013

at the station, it's tickets

The timer tjchoked with his beloved friends, posed-mortem post-funeral, about one or other of all their many cronies they've seen off in as many years.

"We're in the Departure Lounge, waiting our turn -- just saw so-and-so off ...", he'd entertain.

Time, his turn, up; now, mine, to see him off.

The scheduled departures though, as all departures, a nightmare ...

... always to' early, ne'er to' late.