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The visit.
I sit in my hard upright chair.
I nearly gag at the smell of old wife"s piss that seems to inhabit the Ochil nursing home.
I am waiting for my daughter and grandson to visit.
I start to drift off and think of happier times,
back when I was ten.
It was the school holidays and I whistle on our neighbours dog Shane.
A border collie who allways came willingly in search of adventure.
The Back Road was a walkway that streched right along all the houses in Woodside Crescent.
The problem was whether to turn right and go towards The Cherry Bank,
an area just off the main Glasgow Road,
and play in Buckie Braes,
a woodland walk or,
Turn left and pass Logies Field and on towards Graigie Knowse,
full of whines and bushes,
just then I heard my name.
I came to and there was Kirsty my daughter,
and there was Jack, none to pleased to be here by the look of it.
He was holding his nose.
