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To Be A Pilgrim
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To Be A Pilgrim

The visitors appear each day at three o’clock.      They arrive a muddle of raincoats and carrier bags and walking sticks, and tumble past the…

February 20, 2012
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Shifting Sands
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Shifting Sands

Acopia. My spellchecker doesn’t even recognise this word and yet I see it written in so many patient histories. Acopia: the inability to cope. The…

December 5, 2011
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Body and Soul
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Body and Soul

“I’ve had enough,” Albert said, “can’t you just give me the morphine and let me go?” We sat behind a curtained wall in a sleeping…

October 23, 2011
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A Travelling Man
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A Travelling Man

William Shotton was old and creased and lay on an unhappy bed of twisted sheets. He chewed with an empty mouth and when he did,…

August 17, 2011
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Perfect
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Perfect

I am sorry. I am sorry that other mothers look into my cot and allow sympathy to rush to their eyes without a fight. I…

July 11, 2011
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A Beautiful Game
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A Beautiful Game

You died at six-thirty in the evening, whilst no one was looking. Whilst nurses pushed a drugs trolley and doctors shuffled notes and the other…

April 25, 2011
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Kodak Moments
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Kodak Moments

Unfortunately, I can cry at pretty much anything. I cry at contestants winning prizes on television quiz shows, black and white photographs of people I don’t…

March 12, 2011
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