I've just checked my Emails and found a late entry for 'The letter' theme by Redrobbo, he's worn out after delivering all his election leaflets and he was up late writing this story so lets leave him lots of feedback to cheer him up. :)

Dear Mum. (http://sheffieldwriters.ath.cx/SFStoryArchive/1178053269.doc)

Ah, me old pal redrobbo has done it again. Never know wether its fact or fiction with him though. :D

Y`know, he does some bloody good stuff, does Robbo. This is excellent.
I look forward to reading his work and for a jaded old fart like me, thats certainly saying something.

He has a warped mind. I like that in a man.

Y`know, he does some bloody good stuff, does Robbo. This is excellent.
I look forward to reading his work and for a jaded old fart like me, thats certainly saying something.

He has a warped mind. I like that in a man.

Have you posted any letters in the competition to sheep Jabbers ? :cool:

Ah, me old pal redrobbo has done it again. Never know wether its fact or fiction with him though. :D

Well, I certainly hope it's a work of fiction. :wow:

Nicely written Red. :thumbsup:

Have you posted any letters in the competition to sheep Jabbers ? :cool:

Of course, pattricia...... did you know that Jabbers is possibly the Earl of Glamorgan's erudite son?......read his contributions on the April Letters Theme.....Tranquilisers to stop you laughing are freely available at the Helpdesk! ....:o :hihi:

Ah, me old pal redrobbo has done it again. Never know wether its fact or fiction with him though. :D

I used to be the manager of an emergency social work service, which operated outside office hours, i.e., nights, weekends and Bank Holidays.

I started work one Christmas morning, and my first call was from a young offender's institution in Liecestershire. A young lad, just turned 17 - who'd been sentenced only the week before - had been found hanged in his cell.

His admission records stated next of kin as "In care to Social Services". I had to get Area-based staff to open up their office to check records, and then I sent a social worker with the police to break the news to his family.

Christmas time, and especially Christmas Day itself, is always a sad, lonely occasion for some people. My staff therefore always expected several attempted suicides over a Christmas period, and usually at least one successful suicide.

After working for over 20 years on Christmas Day, I have forgotten the details of most of the suicide and attempted suicide cases I dealt with. But I have never forgotten this young lad, whose death has left an idelible mark on me to this day. What feelings of loneliness, isolation, desolation and perhaps guilt did he suffer that drove him to kill himself?

There was a suicide note, the contents of which were never revealed to me. My story is therefore fiction, but based on the conjecture of what drove a young lad to take his own life in the early hours of that sad Christmas morning.

How sad. I think something like that would stay in my mind as well. We grumble, but dont know how lucky we are do we ?

I used to be the manager of an emergency social work service, which operated outside office hours, i.e., nights, weekends and Bank Holidays.

I started work one Christmas morning, and my first call was from a young offender's institution in Liecestershire. A young lad, just turned 17 - who'd been sentenced only the week before - had been found hanged in his cell.

His admission records stated next of kin as "In care to Social Services". I had to get Area-based staff to open up their office to check records, and then I sent a social worker with the police to break the news to his family.

Christmas time, and especially Christmas Day itself, is always a sad, lonely occasion for some people. My staff therefore always expected several attempted suicides over a Christmas period, and usually at least one successful suicide.

After working for over 20 years on Christmas Day, I have forgotten the details of most of the suicide and attempted suicide cases I dealt with. But I have never forgotten this young lad, whose death has left an idelible mark on me to this day. What feelings of loneliness, isolation, desolation and perhaps guilt did he suffer that drove him to kill himself?

There was a suicide note, the contents of which were never revealed to me. My story is therefore fiction, but based on the conjecture of what drove a young lad to take his own life in the early hours of that sad Christmas morning.

Ooh, you know how to make a tear come to my eye Mr! :nono:

I'd only just stopped after reading the Birthday Letter. I couldn't post on that thread because I found it too upsetting. :cry:

K x