My twopence

I always said I'd dance for joy when she snuffed it but as it turned out, I didn't. I take no pleasure in the passing of an old dear with dementia. I wanted the old, former, strong, vibrant, insurmountably arrogant ironboxed b***h to be broken on a wheel and then dragged behind a cart, not the doddery old widow.

So I had a wee glass of something just to partially keep a promise to myself, and for the rest of it I feel neither glee nor regret. The damage was done and in twenty years there's been no signs of anyone with a will or a wish to even try to begin to undo it. Instead, those she empowered have rushed to stuff their pockets, and have largely been granted their demands that they be allowed, encouraged, to continue.

I take a small amount of satisfaction in that she deeply and daily resented her ex-colleagues, and that she bristled as she finally felt the ignominy of defeat and subsequent irrelevance, but atn the end she was just an old biddy, and only the person I despise in name and memories of former (in)glory.

Suggs out.

Posted By: Sugbad The Bad, Apr 9, 20:23:47