Not a metaphor for my human disposition, but the old boiler from the kitchen wall. Twenty-six years old, working but with a threatening rattle. I positioned the carbon monoxide alarm right by it, as if that might help.
Here, unceremoniously cast out to the front lawn for pick-up by someone who assures the engineer it'll be recycled.
These days we never can be sure. Apologies if it ends up in a trench at the side of your A-road home.
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