Dursleyish Dramas

It is now five weeks since Petunia died. Strangely it was not the day she departed this mortal coil but the one after that was the worst one of all.
Once she was gone, it was over and at least she did not have to suffer any more and endure the soul sapping presence of the meanest nastiest most miserable Dementor ever to be incarnated in muggle form.

She passed the baton on to me.


( Mad as a March Hare )