It’s a very long time since I’ve posted on this blog; a lot has happened and unhappened. What I would like to do here is to (a) collate the imagined conversations I had with my deceased husband, Anthony and (b) add a few more. It’s nearly eight years since Ants died.
Imagined Conversation
Me: Hi, Ants, sorry it’s been so long since I spoke to you like this; I got a bit lost, selling the farm, finding this cottage, resettling, you know….
Anthony: JULES! It’s okay. Although I do miss your lullaby voice.
Me: What?
Anthony: Sultry?
Me: OMG, I was trying to tell you something important about the well-being of your progeny!
Anthony: He is a champion – always has been.
Me: I know.
Anthony: “And so is she!”
Me: I think I’ve found you again, Ants.
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