We have had a tea cup in the house for the last 25 years. We don’t drink from it anymore. Instead, it sits on a high shelf, safe from the kids. On the side of the cup, there is a middle aged man sitting on a sofa, bored stiff, supping sorrowfully from a tin of lager and watching the telly. The caption underneath reads, “Life is a bitch. Then you die.” My wife often remarks on how absolutely true that is. And we have everything.
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