'I think you have a brain tumor' she says.
'Oh' I reply. 'Is it bad?'
'Lets hope it's mostly harmless' she answers.
We finish the consultation and I cycle home in the bright sunshine. I watch the wind whipping the long grass in the field. It has a chill that I never felt on the cycle in.
(n.b. I always preferred daisies to pansies. Pansies seem weak and shallow and I personify them to be full of meaningless chatter whereas daisies are stalwartly and resourceful, able to reclaim even the roughest patches of grass for the presentation of their optimistic little faces.)
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