I'm Worried About Simon
Our neighbour is in need, but my partner's suggestion is outrageous!
“I’m worried about Simon,” said Greg, gazing out of our kitchen window. He was looking across the two gardens that separated us from our neighbour’s house on this grey Tuesday afternoon in mid-November. I thought I knew why, since we’d just returned from the funeral for Simon’s wife, Liz. But I was interested to hear Greg’s take on his new situation, so I asked anyway. “Why’s that, my love?” “He’s been such a devoted husb...
