A fallen comrade

My latest quarter for water meter reading finishes tomorrow (Excellent).

With this deadline creeping up on me, i worked a few hours on Saturday. Until tragedy struck.

I was digging up a water meter at the back of Hunters Hill and my trusty stick snapped.

A friend who had been with me all but one day of my water meter reading career was lost to me. Despite the gaffa tape that gave him added strength, he couldn't withstand the rugged ground.

We had so many good times together.

Out of respect for my fallen comrade, i immediately went home.

Now i have a new drumstick to keep me company.