Every weekday Mrs Murphy…
Every weekday Mrs. Murphy gets up, prays and dresses herself.
Every weekday Mrs. Murphy has her breakfast of burnt porridge and hurries out to catch the minibus to the community centre.
Every weekday Mrs. Murphy gets picked up by the minibus (that was blessed by the minister of transport) from the bus stop beside White’s cross which is two hundred metres from her bungalow.
Every weekday Mrs. Murphy sits on the minibus anxiously until they get to Mrs. Gorman’s house.
Every weekday Mrs. Murphy sits on the minibus worrying that Mrs. Gorman has died in her sleep and won’t get on the bus.
Every weekday Mrs. Murphy sits on the minibus wondering what she would wear to Mrs. Gorman’s funeral.
Every weekday Mrs. Gorman breathes a sigh of relief when she sees Mrs. Murphy on the minibus (that was blessed by the minister of transport) taking it as irrevocable proof that she has not died in her sleep.
Every weekday Mrs. Murphy and Mrs. Gorman sit together on minibus, both silently delighted that the other is still alive.
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