...When I reached the hard surface of the drive at the side of the house, I realised that I'd lost the little rubber tip of my walking stick. Instead of the quiet flump flump it went woodenly tap tap on the concrete.
It was one of those days when I felt like kicking something that brings suffering to the world. A neighbour's cat which kills possums, for instance, or a fundamentalist, Christian or Muslim, it doesn't matter which sort. But I'm not a violent person, so I'd attacked the grass instead...
Instead of kicking something or someone, Brian Barrett settled down to watch scenes from sun-drenched Provence.
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