Foxes and hollyhocks of the apocalypse will herald my rise to power

Ian Warden
Updated July 2 2021 - 2:06am, first published December 15 2019 - 12:00am

I lead a rich fantasy life, and early in the mornings in these times of cruel and apocalyptic weather I often go out into my garden not as my famous 21st-century self but in my imagination as sister Florence Nightingale (1820-1910).

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Ian Warden

Ian Warden is a Canberra Times columnist

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