I’LL BURN YOU ALIVE

Dragging an old chair out into the garden, I wiped my brow.

What the hell am I going to do with all this stuff? I thought.

I had some free time, so I’d decided to have a big clear-out.

But it had left me with a huge pile of junk in my back garden.

Grabbing my phone, I tapped out a post on Facebook.

Does anyone know of someone who can collect some rubbish from my garden?

My phone soon pinged with a reply.

I’ll come and get it.

The message was from Henry Willis. He was a local scrap metal collector.

I’d known him briefly through mutual friends years ago, but I hadn’t seen him in ages.

I messaged back and agreed a time for him to pop over.

It was a sunny day, and once he’d loaded up his