sun sun sun become....

 Where I live people dont last long. 

I call it the waiting room!

three people have died in the unit attached to mine from old age.

When my friend the late John Knox lived next door I would go over and talked to him before he passed.

Sometimes we would sit on a bench in the direct sunlight.

The sneak from next door would hang around and eavesdrop.

When I said It would be good to have a nicer bench under the trees the sneak didin't hear properly and he sucked on the BUDGET to put in a seat in the full sun that was no better than the original.