Dreamworld
Seventy five miles there and seventy five miles back. Yet another trip to see my younger brother as he continues to drift towards death's harbour. Shirley was with me again. At least it's summer now so the decrepit little cottage is enjoying temperatures that are more conducive to human existence. Simon lay in bed the whole time we were there which was the entire afternoon. We wanted to dismantle that bed and bring it downstairs so that he wouldn't have to tackle those rickety stairs again but he refused our offer. We worry that his death might come through falling down that terrible staircase in his physically weakened state. But no. Grouse butt on Blackhole Moor We discovered that he doesn't have a normal electricity supply contract with an energy firm. Instead he has a "pay as you go" meter into which a special USB stick is inserted from time to time. His credit had shrunk to just thirty nine pence so the meter desperately needed to be topped up. Thi...
