Kindling

You've not paid enough tax on your widow cleaning business.

Your cancer screening is booked for March 23rd at 10:15

Aunt Felecia's dog died while she was holidaying in Spain with Edna and Betty, her neighbours.

I take the time to read each letter addressed to the former occupier before throwing them into the fire.

I wonder how long she has until the cancer gets her. When the taxman will come knocking to know where his thousands are.

I bet Aunt Felicia was whoring about with a bunch of Spaniards.

Mild entertainment. At least it warms me for a while.