Starter paragraph: York-based crime writer, John Baker Ann Watson wheeled the bin out when she heard the van in the street. It moved off to her neighbours house before she got there but the tall young man with blonde hair waited for her, a wide smile on his angular face. He flipped the lid back and glanced inside and the smile faded. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 accept that, love,鈥 he said. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not regulation.鈥 Mrs. Watson followed his line of sight and clasped her hand to her mouth. The body of grand-dad was curled up in there, on top of the garden waste, cold, and quite dead. Chain 1: Gwyneth from Gasgoine Mrs Watson thought to herself "He should鈥檝e gone in last week鈥檚 collection! And where鈥檚 the old Wilton carpet I wrapped him in?". In fact, the carpet was at this moment being cleaned on the floor of the neighbours from hell! Chain 2 : John Lofthouse The problem started with the high hedge, the light blocked by the vast, tall fir trees & grand-dad鈥檚 refusal to use his chainsaw. Chain 3: Sandra from Harrogate With a gasp, she recognised her Grandfathers cloth cap, if only she had asked him for it when she had supper with him last Friday, she could have worn it on the walk when she went to the Valley Gardens. Chain 4: Dorothy from Harrogate Grandad loved the Valley Gardens. Every Thursday he would join the frisky 鈥榳rinklies鈥 for a weekly walk, talk about the good old days and end up in the nearest coffee bar. Needless to say his first choice would have been the pub, but health and alcohol are not necessarily a good mix! Chain 5: Nick Fletcher from Malton He was a wise old man who took care of himself more now.听 He was always very jovial after he'd been to Valley Gardens, it seemed to put new life in him, but one day he came home I knew something was wrong. | 
