19:30 hrs.
Our Dear Friend, the Ex-pat, is fading fast. She can't talk, has no strength to hold a cup, cannot herself and I doubt if she can even see. She's a tough old bird. Survived WWII and was posted with her Better Half, who served with the British Para's, through Africa, Palestine - before Israel was created - and the Far East. She and I sparred on a friendly basis. Getting our digs in at each other.
My Better Half and our Jr. Couch Monkey have a plan to keep me occupied and out of trouble if my cheese ever slips off my cracker. They told me that they would set me up a tent in the backyard on a Squatch expedition. The tent would be surrounded with potted foliage of various kinds. My son would occasionally dress up in a Wookie costume and rattle the tent in the moonlight. Funny people!
22 Apr 22
08:15 hrs
I've been up for about four hours now. You know when you get something stuck in your head and you can't shake it so you get up anyways. Yeah, that thing. I hate it. Anyways my Lobster sent me a message that our friend, The Olde Brit, passed some time this morning. There is nothing left to say. She had fought the good fight and now she is at peace. And if you listen closely you can hear laughing cackles of the Hyenaes and Jackals hunting for the spoils. I hate them.
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