I just saw a frog. You would have liked it.
Also a newt.
I was walking round the memorial garden at the Cemetery, a whole quiet bit I didn’t know was there. I wonder if you ever went there? I suppose in the year and a half you worked there you must have, at some point.
There’s a deep, dark, round pond. I stood and thought what an eminently suitable place it would be to drown myself in, right in the Cemetery. But also that I didn’t want to.
At first I thought the frog was dead but then it began swimming around. I looked around for a stick so I could fish it out and watch it jump, but then thought better of this and decided to leave it alone.
Rest in peace, frog.
(I shall not be inhaling you today.)