bwhere

Sadly grandpa bwhere has left us now. He was not alone, but surrounded with love, and thats all any of us can ask for really.

Other than that today I don't really have any more words, the important ones were already said, not typed here. The funny pink fish has been returned and just what else can you say, you just have to do I suppose.

So the Larkin words he liked, and quoted, so much must do. And as I would say, its always bloody Larkin.

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Whatever Happened? by Philip Larkin

At once whatever happened starts receding.
Panting, and back on board, we line the rail
With trousers ripped, light wallets, and lips bleeding.

Yes, gone, thank God! Remembering each detail
We toss for half the night, but find next day
All's kodak-distant. Easily, then (though pale),

'Perspective brings significance,' we say,
Unhooding our photometers, and, snap!
What can't be printed can be thrown away.

Later, it's just a latitude: the map
Points out how unavoidable it was:
'Such coastal bedding always means mishap.'

Curses? The dark? Struggling? Where's the source
Of these yarns now (except in nightmares, of course)?