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Aug 2020
Elsie is exasperated with her worriment and woeing.. the poor soul does not know which way she is coming or going..Alas she can’t control her restlessness this is the way Elsie Morgan is.. her mind is always ******* in knots from her forever in a tizz

So you will see this poor fragile old woman standing by her windowsill stood staring from inside her livingroom looking so ill..waiting for her family whenever they will call..Elsie is constantly thinking one of them will have an accident or a disasterous fall..All the while she picks her fingers and has each single one red raw.. if only she could stop this nervousness coz her fingers are sore

Oh poor old Elsie Morgan has always lived on her wits..forever imagining the worst in life she has worn her mind to bits.. So much so that she has suffered a second stroke.. but this was inevitable with her fretting over folk..Each and every minute and second of the day you can see her frightened face staring out in dismay..with such a look of anxiety..ashen and grey
Written by
Jill Tait
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