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Sunday troubles.

Went with my wife to the Cemetery on Sunday. Sunday was Mothers Day and we both went to place flowers on Mums Grave. My beloved feels that this is necessary, I myself say, “I’ll be in there myself shortly why go there while I am still alive. I made up to my beloved with the nicest bunch of flowers that I could find. The flowers were placed on Mums grave.

The telephone rang and my beloved answered it as she was nearer to it than myself. It was a neighbour that we had not seen for a long time. After a little conversation she told my beloved that she had admired the flowers on Mum’s grave so much that she had stolen one to put on her Fathers grave.

I told my beloved not to upset herself after all it was a flower that I could easily replace. Then my beloved exploded, the cheek of the woman even if she had stolen all of the flowers why did she have to phone me to tell me about it. I will give her a piece of my mind whenever I see her. It took ma quite awhile to calm my beloved down. After two cups of sweet tea I managed to watch her fall asleep on the settee.

Later the full thing hit me. Who the hell did this ex neighbour think she was? First of all stealing even one flower from a cemetery is a terrible thing to do; one is stealing from the dead. I began to toy with the idea of phoning the Police and reporting the woman for stealing from a Grave. Suddenly I began to feel a right fool all of this fuss because the ex neighbour phoned to tell my beloved that she had stolen a flower.

I walked out into my back garden, I am a good gardener and my back garden is quite large half is filled with vegetables, salads and other things to eat. The other half is filled with all kinds of flowers, taking my pocket-knife from my pocket I cut two large bunches of flowers. Back indoors one of the bunches I placed in a large vase and put them on the table near my beloved. It would be the first thing that she would see when she woke up. The next bunch I wrapped in paper and walked back to the Cemetery.

I easily found the grave of the ex neighbour it was the only one with one of my wife’s flowers. Placing my bunch of freshly cut garden flowers on to the grave, I wrote a small card saying you were very welcome to take a flower, these Flowers are from my wife thanking you for telephoning saying that you have taken one of her flowers. Bern.