Alf backed a winner...

Alf ironically lives in the same flat across the road from the hall that Rose lived in - Rose's story here.

Alf can hardly walk, most days you see him shuffling behind his wheelchair for support to the bookies and to the pub on the corner - that's his life. Our relationship with him started when our building was broken into one night and I stood with him waiting for the police to arrive at 3am! Most days he stands outside his flat to wave and say a cheery hello. Try as I might can't entice Alf in for lunch or even Christmas - recently he hasn't been there.

I found out why yesterday.

He picked a winner. He won a lot of money on the horses at the bookies. He was followed home and had the legs that barely support him broken by a couple a blokes who went about him with hammers.

So Alf is in hospital - and of course no one saw anything - they never do!

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