So, this was handed to us at the Crumble Bulletin today (literally, left on our doorstep clutched in a disembodied hand). Not really sure what to do with it but we decided it was best to publish.

If someone who knows Gordon could go check on him, we’d appreciate it. He hasn’t been the same since his wife passed rather more suddenly than anyone was expecting (something to do with the knife in her chest).

Remember folks, we’re a town, not a frown. Those who feel together, heal together.

Now stop reading this and go make him a cup of tea or something.

– Flynn