I’ve added Chapter 18 to The Hidden People, featuring a disastrous funeral:
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The name of this chapter suddenly reminded me of an incident when I was about 10 or 11, when we went to a pub in Beechworth in country Victoria. I wrote in my diary, “[Name of pub] is a place of ill-omen for me. Last time I was here I almost choked to death on a fish bone. This time I nearly died of intergestion {sic].”
I may have been a somewhat melodramatic child. My poor parents.