This is my Mum's bedside table. Invariably in poor health, yet cheery and indomitable, she had to stay in bed a couple of days while I was home. She's barely five feet tall, and once, years ago when she had been upset, crying, I tried to comfort her. "Oh, don't worry about me," she said. "You know it's just because my eyes are too near my bladder."
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