We have had a major incident, a set back that we may never fully recover from, I can’t put it in to words but it feels like I have lost a friend, a tasty hop based friend who was always there for me in my times of need or boredom, always ready to help drone out the ramblings of an angry wife or snotty faced children with nothing sensible to talk about.  Mr Abbot was minding his own business when tragedy struck, sitting quietly on the edge of the bench and without warning was punted by a rouge angle grinder and fell to his death.

I could have got to him sooner if I had noticed or had faster reflexes but sadly it was too late for me to attempt a rescue, the damage was done.

I was in a state of shock but Fruitshoot was in pieces, he may never recover from this I think the mental damage is just too deep.

Now all fruitshoot can manage is backwards and forwards motion in his ‘rockingchair’ and making references about ‘Monty Python’ films that dont make any sense, with the correct amount of medication and support from friends and family we can only hope that one day he may be able to be accepted by society and claim his rightful place once again as ‘Village idiot’.