My mother died in hospital during the night. I'd visited her the previous evening and promised to go back the following day.
In the middle of the night, an unwound (not wound up for years) musical box on my dressing table played it's little tune.
I didn't make anything of it until my sister phoned with the news early the next morning.
Whether it was my mother saying goodbye or not, who knows?
The land is dry, and the people are ...stupid?
