"So you're admiring our fox"
said the former nurse from Monaghan
"Aren't they wonderful" I replied
"No they're not, they give dogs.....things"
To be fair, it hadn't stopped scratching since it appeared
from behind a gravestone
Elgar's I think
but he was less pomp and circumstance
and more shifty, let's have it.
"I came over in the fifties
and worked as a nurse in Hackney/Homerton"
but she didn't say stroke because she wasn't from Hampstead.
"They sleep on our shed roof and our dog Theo, just looks at them,
wishing he was younger".
"I married my husband, who is buried here
He's from Armagh
We became newsagents.
So you're Welsh are you?
My friend, he's a fine artist
he's going blind."
Reynard the Red had legged it.
"You don't have to be famous to be buried here, you know,
but it helps".
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