Christmas Day is tradition just like Boxing Day. Merv's annual Liquorice All Sorts are also a Christmas tradition. Not widely known outside our immediate family but still a tradition. Each year I have bought, wrapped and not necessarily surprised him with boxes of liquorice all sorts. It was no different this year.
After a slow start to the day I opened up the first of two boxes and left them next to his lounge chair. I went about cleaning the kitchen and tidying the house.
My ears suddenly sent a siren call to my brain. I ran into the lounge as Merv was struggling to catch his breath. His voice was barely audible as I instructed him to sit straight and cough hard. It must have been only a number of seconds but it seemed a life time before he was able to breath freely again.
My heart sank as I knew this is the last Christmas Merv will receive his treasured liquorice all sorts. Big bad Harry lurks waiting to spoil our joy. He has achieved his goal today.
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