I post a lot of frippery and nonsense on here. I mean really, do any of you lot really care that I’ve got a new boiler?
However, every now and then something happens that resets your viewpoint.
I got an email (or two) from my friends in Twickenham. Turns out that Laura had walked home, past the green, a mere ten minutes before the body was found.
And with that, reality comes crashing down and everything else seems a little more insignificant.
