|Should death ever be sent to the Refuse Bin?|
Easter is an excellent time to talk about life, and death.
My number one man, Jesus, was crucified on Good Friday.
|George, en route to the cattery in the sky|
My number one cat, George, had a stroke, and is now walking round in circles, until the grim reaper calls.
My wife lined him a soft towel in a box, to die in.
He’s there now, patiently waiting.
When he goes I’ll bury him in my toolbox, in the garden.
Today I learn that former England captain Ray Wilkins has died of a heart problem, aged 61.
He was a gentleman as well as very gifted player.
And like Jesus and George, a loss to the world.
That’s where all three of them differ to Donald Trump.