I was in France recently. My dad died from Covid. My mission was to sign the papers, clear the house and prepare it for sale. I have never seen so many unnecessary and redundant things accumulated in one place. Literally whatever got in the house never came out. But not just that. Now I am only too aware that I am next in line and I am not talking about the inheritance. Invitations to funerals, hospital staycations, learning to live at 18°C with limited lighting, dealing with disruptions in food and other production lines but mostly realising how damaging our parents’ generation were not just to ourselves but to the entire planet and future generations to come. My world after 60… Oh Joy. So, my motto for my final years “NON to Poo-Poo”.
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