Not good

There is nothing good about this image. Ten days ago we heard the shocking news that a former neighbour of ours had passed away in his sleep - he was only in his mid-thirties, a big strong guy who had always looked as fit as a whole circus of fleas. Neither of us could get along to the funeral this afternoon since we were both working, but there was a wake at the Constitution afterwards so we went round to give his missus a hug or three. He leaves one little girl of about four years old and a baby boy who's only just turned one.

His little daughter was dressed as a fairy princess, although shod in very practical gutties. His wife was wearing the killer heels in an act of blind courage, whilst holding the little feller in her arms.