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Singing the Empty Nest Blues…
My boys moved out of the house they'd been sitting for thirteen months. Their family home. I told my zoo keeper, as I foraged around to add to his meagre possessions, "Take this," his carvings in wax. "And this," his metal crocodile doorstop. "And don't forget this," his beer making paraphernalia. He sadly looked at…