I wish I could post a picture of my garden but this is not tinder(lol). Hi I'm Liam and dying of cancer, let's move on. So it's early 83" and I haven't quite turned 17 yet and I'm in a van being driven down the M25 by some 30ish man who works for a cleaning company that an agency set me up with. It was so great, I just was out for fun and just needed money and would work hard and do anything because life was a wonderful adventure(I was smart but kept this strangely quite). So this man stared to joke about how He hoped I wasn't afraid of heights and similar references, I thought he was an *** and being 16 years old and my life experience was having a S**T he must have been.    So we arrived at Gatwick airport which had just been built and me and *** would be cleaning the outside windows. Now this is not a high rise building  but a round bulb in the sky, so they had a elbow hoist which held two people and a 90" degree placement from the control tower(very high up indeed).  My, lets call him my supervisor, froze at this point with utter terror and fright that and me and two other people had to prize every finger that was death gripped to he side of the hoist. I did the job on my own with I remember the lovely cleaning ladies waving from the inside. I think I was paid 1 pound an hour danger money, cannot remember the car journey home that evening with *** probably because it was so quite.  Long ago memories, it was all worth while. Happydays.