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Yesterday, the friend whose dogs I walked asked me for a family contact 'phone number, in case he came in and found me dead at the foot of his stairs (this was prompted by a less than happy result to Monday's hospital appointment, plus I nearly fell down his stairs in front of him). I gave him my sister's number and made some bland comment about my own death in his home (I forget what). His reply was:
"It is alright for you, you'll be dead, but I'll have a bloody inquest to deal with!"
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