If I were ill, I would close me eyes and imagine more pleasant sensations, like lying on the beach and listening to the waves crash on the shore. When...my husband was suffering with the worst of his cancer and even the morphine wasn't helping much, I would take him on a mental journey with me to our cabin retreat. I would help him to hear the water splashing across the stones, the birds calling, the wind whistling through the trees and it would ease him until he could sleep.This morning, when I. His smile appeared knowing; I felt myself shudder inwardly at the sudden longing passing through my body. For a moment we looked at one another, eyes locked. He extended his arm, slowly, and offered me a glass of wine. Our hands did not touch as I accepted it, and for a moment relief washed over me as we began chatting in a friendly and easy manner. As the discussion wore on, we had crossed the room all the way to the foot of a wooden staircase leading up to the second floor. Distracted by his. ”From an American Reader yes it is a thought piece so if you are Anon. don’t continue!!!!!Here’s a very scary thought...I had to take my vehicle to the mechanic the other day for service. The Service Manager, Pete, gave me a ride home and on the way he told me his theory about the upcoming election and the next four years of U.S. government.At first I thought it a bit farfetched. But as I listened to him it began to make sense, scary sense...“I believe that Hillary Clinton will win the election. She left the shop having left her order and went back to the car. On the way up to the castle they overtook the Girl, filthy as ever, striding briskly towards the Castle entrance. Mrs Bottomley looked out of the window at this revolting apparition and felt sick once again. A malodorous whiff of the Girl drifted into the car through the open window as they passed. Horrible, thought Mrs Bottomley!Something favourable about the young woman did strike her, though. She was obviously very young and.