Iron Lady

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I’m in hospital having more iron. Seriously. Why can’t I hold my iron? Why can’t I hold my tongue? Why can’t I hold my liquor?
So many questions as I drink tea from a polystyrene cup, and eat a packed Nice biscuit.
The weekend was filled with beloved friends and champagne. So much laughter and generosity at this time of the year.
It makes this mornings procedure bearable, since the book I brought with me is depressing and self important.
Don’t you hate that?
Wish me luck and if you see a woman flashing past with her undies on the outside and homemade cape, it could be me post iron!

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