Sunny Lodge the place was called, and we thanked the manager we should think about it and was given brochures to read. Driving home my wife cried, she has a daughter who is no quite there I have no offspring we decided to live in our cottage as long as possible egoistically, I hoped to die before her it would save me the funeral and sorting out and throwing away my private collections of bleakly second-grade poetry, blowing in the dusty wind of forgotten time.