A quiet hour on my own at
my Dad’s house was interrupted by a knock on the door from a seven year old
girl who, when I answered, asked if Alan (my Dad’s name) was in, so I explained
that he was still in hospital and then we had a chat during which she asked who
I was and was told I was Alan’s son, and my name was Alan too; she wished my
father a speedy recovery and as she left said “goodbye Alan 2”.
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