Sidaya’s bet

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‘Good morning Sidaya.’

She doesn’t respond. I’m surprised, she’s normally cheerful and not given to mood swings. Then, after a few long seconds, she swallows and says: ‘I’m sorry if I appear a little upset. My father died last night.’ Continue reading Sidaya’s bet

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When failure resurrects as a smile

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I spent the morning overseeing the tagging and storage of documents of the company I’ve had to close down. These archives will be destroyed in 10 years time and that will signal the final expiry of a twitching corpse. Continue reading When failure resurrects as a smile