seeformiles
Lost in the wood
A friend of mine is on his way out of this life and I went to see him last week. On the way I found an absolute stonker of a conker and put it in my pocket. When I arrived, my friend said not to avoid the subject of his terminal diagnosis and that he was calm, in no pain and “ready to go”. I took out the conker and gave it to him. “Ah” he said “I hear St Peter challenges new arrivals to a game so this will come in handy” 
