He was meant to have met up with friends but didn’t turn up. When they went round to his house they found him dead. He’d died alone. A heart attack possibly. So sad. So very sad. An awkward man but one who evidently sought company. R.I.P And then there is the little girl going back to school, her face puffy with steriods. And then there is the woman standing outside the coffee shop telling me that she’s had a health scare. She’s been bleeding for four months, said her partner. Poor love. Her eyes carried her fear, her stress. What can you say?
