Poor Old Henry reflects on the sadness and irony of the coming February 24

  • It will be my 79th birthday.
  • It will be the day, in sheep terms, of going from being a person of sound mouth to a very old man with a broken mouth – because I have to have a tooth extracted as it is beyond economic repair.
  • It will be the third anniversary of Russia’s declared war against Ukraine – making it a date that for humanitarian reasons, I abhor.   

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