Over the weekend a couple of Sue's Friends came round. As Quakers they all have a capital F, and you assume the lower case f, too.
One of them was a retired professor, a national name, and one smart guy. Now he has slipped into his evening of ill health, and has had to choose which hospital he wishes to be treated in.
How did he choose ? "I wanted to go somewhere where they call you 'duck'", he said.
I know what he meant.
Growing up in Sheffield in the 50s, 'duck' and 'love' were almost interchangeable. Our neighbour, a very tough guy indeed, called everybody love or duck, regardless of gender and age.
It felt warm then, and it feels warm now. There's nowt like warmth, sithee.
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