Tigerlilly - Lobsang Rampa

So after a pleasant interlude along the Elbow Drive we
wended our way home just as one of those English poets
wrote, ‘the lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea’.
The afternoon of Easter Sunday was less pleasant, as the
third member of our family ended up in the emergency
department of the local hospital, spending over two hours of a
beautiful Sunday sitting there awaiting to have seven stitches
put in a finger. A little accident, perhaps, a dispute with a can
of food being opened, and the can won, so this was an Easter
to be remembered for many reasons. After waiting at home for
over two hours I telephoned the hospital to see what was hap-
pening, only to be told, ‘Oh, the stitching is being done now!’
It reminded me of the time in Montreal when I had a similar
experience and Taddy had enquired of the Guv, ‘Do you think
we will ever see Ma again?’
So ends our ‘Interlude’.
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