The Last Furlong

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It’s midnight. I can’t sleep.  I can’t sleep for being amused.  So I’m writing this.  

We were all snuggled up in bed.  Comfortable.  Shoulder comfortable. Wrist comfortable. Mind comfortable.  Feeling heavy.  Relaxed.  Dozing off.  Hearing aids on the bedside table.  Without them I am severely deaf.

Suddenly a shout from Mr Furlong.  I didn’t hear.  So I yank the covers off my head and half sit up.

“What? “ I ask.

“Brake! Brake!” he yells.  “You’re letting the car roll back!

So now I can’t sleep so I’m writing this instead and laughing.


Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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