I began planning my escape almost before I could read…
I was a demob baby, conceived when my Dad came home from WW2, and I grew up in Leicester, England’s geographical equivalent of North Platte, Nebraska. I’ve spent the rest of my life trying to get closer to the sea and I’ve finally made it, to lovely Dalkey on Dublin Bay.
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I always suspected it was a question of ‘when’ not ‘if’. And yes, in spite of two armfuls of Pfizer plus a booster, it got me in the end. Here I lurk, in strict quarantine, but supported and serviced by fellow residents. They make sure I don’t starve, though they know as well as I…Read More