Charles Cowling
  Lately there’s nothing but trouble, grief and strife. There’s not much attraction about this bloomin’ life. Last night I dreamt I was bloomin’ well dead. As I went to the funeral, I bloomin’ well said: Look at the flowers, bloomin’ great orchids. Ain’t it grand, to be bloomin’ well
Charles Cowling
  Posted by Lyra Mollington   When my mother died, I coped really well.  I felt fine at the funeral too.  Well, a little bit angry at the detachment and complacency of the Anglican priest, but otherwise fine.  However, for many years afterwards, I found it difficult not to dwell