I have a strange ef­fect on peo­ple

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I was sorry to read that Neil Haver­son had re­tired. I wish him a good and happy re­tire­ment.

The good news is that he will still write The Last Word.

One thing that has be­come a stand­ing joke is that any­one who has had deal­ings with me has ei­ther left or re­tired. I seem to have that ef­fect on peo­ple.

Ev­ery teacher that taught me left at the end of term while the ones that didn’t teach me are still teach­ing.

A GP, at a pre­vi­ous surgery, left at a young age. Ev­ery so­cial worker, de­vel­op­ment worker that I have been re­ferred to has gone off on ma­ter­nity leave and never re­turned.

My de­vel­op­ment worker is now a nun. Ev­ery pub I’ve had a drink in within a five-year pe­riod has closed down and been made into a su­per­mar­ket.

The Mill House is now a Co-op. The Furs is a Tesco. The Royal Oak has been made into of­fices. The Bee­hive is now a Co-op.

A pub I went in at Bec­cles closed a month later. All the lovely nurses that looked after me dur­ing a hospi­tal stay have ei­ther left or been trans­ferred to a dif­fer­ent ward. One is now a bus driver! My favourite moved to the eye depart­ment.

The list goes on … a sand­wich shop in Fak­en­ham, a phone shop in Nor­wich, both closed. En route to see a ded­i­cated writer I visit is a Mor­risons. I re­mem­ber shop­ping there and a month later it closed. Two char­ity shops in Mag­dalen Street have closed.

If you fol­low me, that is what seems to hap­pen.

MAR­CUS MOORE Sprow­ston Nor­folk

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