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Sudden illness and a nurse


it is Saturday, the air has a whiff of spring
and I was too tired to go to the bakery 
to get my, one a week Danish Pastry
It was a week when my wife ended up in
hospital, I knew what was wrong with her
but I was overruled by the health doctor
In the evening, as I was having a glass of wine
and a forbidden cigarette on the balcony 
prepared for a calm evening, a knock on 
the door of the unwanted.
A couple related to my wife came to visit
her at the hospital (I think my wife rang)
the female half of the couple who sees herself
as a nurse, stepped in, took my wife home
and fed her herbal tea, gluten-free biscuits 
and soothing words.
the male part of the duo, knew, like me
not to make any comment
They were feeling great their holidays had
been fruitful saving my wife and left, as they were going abroad for some assignment  
I thought how great it is to be a savior if there is no repeat.
I'm glad to say my wife had a calm night
The following day began with a dilemma  
my card had run out, and they had sent me
a new card where I used to live, and managed
to blame me, I took a taxi, the clever people said
I could have taken a bus I did not comment.
The teller at the bank is a big black lady who has
the mien of disagreement with my person 
when she got up to go into the back, where 
the money is stored, I noticed she has a bum
every bit as big as the famous woman called Kardashian.
The day, thereafter the garage called 
the bill
for the repair more than I thought, on Monday
if my card has not arrived, I will have to go
back to the bank and the lady with the big bum

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