Pushing Up Strawberries

You’d look good in compost

We pass a horse-drawn funeral cortege and the hunched driver looks pale and gothic. It prompts a short burst of conversation, during which both of us say we don’t care how the other deals with our mortal remains once they are no longer required

‘You’re going in the compost,’ I tell Baz. ‘You’ll go lovely in the strawberry bed.’

“You’ve given this quite a lot of thought, haven’t you’ says Baz. ‘Have you got a date in mind yet?’IMG_9201.JPG



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