Quiet day

Went out, visited a friend with extreemy high and seemingly inexplicaibly high blood pressure, to the doctor anyway. She was wearing a 24 hour pressure monitor. Every half an hour it beeped and the cuf on her arm expaned. Took her to get some paint. Went home without anything i went out to get but some days are like that. Had a phone call from Hotdog. He was upset after visiting our friend. he hasnt seen her in this state and was shocked. I will go see him tommorow and chat. Might even get that forty quid he owes me.. oh and toys are us phoned, aprentlyy our son was intiltled to a "golden thomas the tank engine" at some time and they had run out, now thay have one for him.

We just returned from our friends house. The wife phoned our mutual friend before we went to get any information and the Devil sis has upset her again, claiming that our friends down here have tried to block her and exclude her and many other hurtful things. All she did was offer to look after our friend if devil sis wanted to go and have an hours brake... These people are measureing us by thier standards, what they would do and how they would act, i so wish people would not run so true and self unaware in these extreem cirmumstances, but they just carry on as they did before, bastards before bastards during and bastards after. ....

We phoned our friend before going round. She could talk but wasnt really understanding, im very glad devil sis didnt answer as im sure she would have said not to come. As it was we rushed over, devil sis darted out mumbeling and carrying her phone, went outside the gate and stayed there. I think shes talked to her evil husband. Gaylord was there, charming people and doing his gay act, i like him he seems unphased by anything and takes the world in his stride. The wife chatted to our friend and i looked after our son, telling him about the ants ont he wall etc. I coudlnt see the snowdrops anywere, evily i wondered if the devil sis had thrown them away or hiden them. Who knows. Noman arived pulling his shopping trolley as usuasl, with flowers , profusly apologiseing for not knowing til now of our friends decline. Hes a gardener, full beard down to his waist, bobble hat, trousers tucked, in a mad way into his socks. He sat holding her hand and talking. Gaylord left as we did. Before we left the wife tried to chat to devil sis, got some response too. I must admit i basicly ignored her. Im prity angry about her actions and couldnt trust my tongue. Just as we left the gate went and Bookwoman arived panting and rasping breathily, she has inoperable cancer too. but i gues one could say "better cancer" at least she is up and about. She said she dropped in on her way to have her hair cut by her niece, she joked, as she didnt know if tommorow it would be all fallen out. We left as she leaned on the wall catching her breath. Round girl arived too and sat... so many friends.

Why is it that often the good one dies? and the seemingly evil live?