A few weeks ago when the policeman <span style="font-style: italic">(who my husband knew very well)</span> in Ochie was killed by his colleague, someone asked us if we weren’t going to the funeral. I didn’t go but my husband did.
I told them, that if I were to go to every funeral ah yahd, I may as well just pack up and go live permanently – that’s how often I’d have to be there.
Here we go again ...
I told them, that if I were to go to every funeral ah yahd, I may as well just pack up and go live permanently – that’s how often I’d have to be there.
Here we go again ...
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