Dear tome with pages,
To pass the lone eve I have listed some ways I imagine father could die:
- He mistakes dried Clematis for dried Yarrow root
- He leaves the house, forgets we live on a hill and tumbles down the cliff
- He forgets he needs to eat
- He mistakes a bottle of Foxglove extract for a bottle of rum
- He goes to collect herbs and forgets his way back
- He clashes with the shelf and heavy iron pot falls on his head
- He takes a bath in the leech basin and falls asleep
Well... One can never be too hopeful.
