Thank you, when. She has never had children, and it's probably now too late; this is of course a source of regret for me, but maybe, just maybe, it's for the best. We'll never know for sure. When she rang me the next morning, you can imagine the relief, mingled with the thought of all the people still waiting for their loved ones to make contact.
This weather is getting me down. Is it May or March?
Is democracy being by-passed in favour of the billionaires?


