Yes …
I know …
I don’t USUALLY swear in title of a post, here on Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar.
No, really …
But I’ve just LITERALLY got home from my mothers.
I’ve been mowing her lawn, today, so you know.
There’s ALSO very few days when a piece of news makes me feel physically sick.
Today’s the day both happened.
Today is the day Sir Terry Pratchett — Alzheimer’s sufferer, Assisted Death campaigner, writer, ex-journalist, former publicity man for three nuclear generators, and, frankly, my literary hero — died.
And believe me, writing the word ‘died’ is possibly the most hideous word I can imagine writing. And the most difficult.
Today, Terry Pratchett died.
And, right now … ?
I, along with many others, feel as if I’ve lost a friend.
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