poor uncle stan

sorry i haven't written anything for a while. but I've been having a bad few weeks. my uncle stan fell out of the cradle to his untimely death. it happened the week before last. we were working on that new office contract and were up about 9 floors.

we were about to start cleaning the windows when all of a sudden the rope on my side slipped. The cradle dropped on my side and thinking on my feet i grabbed a hold of the rope, saving myself. Stan wasn't so lucky and he fell out and landed on is head 9 floors below.

so we've just had another fucking funeral.

I asked to say a few words at the church but no cunt would let me. they seem to think it was my fault. saying i mustn't have tied the rope on properly.

talk about kick a man while he's down. i've had just about enough of family.