It’s the death that makes you think more about life, third one this week. Brandon was just a youngster too. That’s the problem with youngsters, they head out in their own thinking they know it all but with no-idea how to look out for the warning signs.
So here we are, in the rain, at Brandons funeral…the sight of his death; which seemed ludicrous to me because the risk of rubbing salt in the wounds is astronomical. Abs had managed to get out the greenhouse for the day without being spotted, which was good going considering the size of him, but did mean that he took up most of the shelter. It’s alright for most of us who go around with our homes so can retreat in and just poke our heads out the door but poor Gary who didn’t have trailer was getting pelted.
Bletherland 