She thought that this might divert them for half an hour or so - time hangs heavy in the brightly lit lounge -
There was Place House, near Portscatho - there were Anne's mum and dad, stepping into the wedding car - there I was, in my blue Next suit, smiling an apparatchik's smile -
Anne's parents died young - but there, in the tiny pictures, they're still alive, smiling, on holiday, building boats, counting a baby's toes -
My mum and dad look at the tender images - outside, the long evening draws nearer -
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November 24 2014
The lounge
Staunton Road
Havant
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