Thus Spake Jeeves...
Fri, 29 Jan 2016
Her door ajar I look in on her
just before I go off shift...
her heart finally giving out
after ninety-seven long years.
No family left; she’d outlived the lot...
husband, daughter, son – four
golden retrievers in succession...
and it was atop her locker – and spin
it did, her ‘world without end’.
Her breathing – laboured, she saw me
beckoned me in. 'Get the car, Jeeves,
from the garage, be a dear. We’ll be off,
shortly,' she says, ‘OK for petrol, are we?’
I smile; just say, yes...we were. And then
we’re away...next stop
Beachy Head, maybe...
She’d walk there, a lot, with her dog
or Broadstairs, perhaps...a second
honeymoon, or maybe Brighton
when the kids came along...all that
to look forward to...all that to come,
but we’ve miles to go, please god,
before we sleep...