friday.

Been to visit Fivemum. As alwasy shes exhausted, but makeing blackberry jam, the kids have got obsessed with collecting blackberries, they have pounds and pounds, they must be like locusts in the local fields. As we arived their normal lively new dog wouldnt aproch us and stood a way off looking very sad. last week oneof the girls had thrown a stick for him and it had got shoved down his throat as he ran. The girl pulled it out, all bloody, aprently. Fivemum phoned the vet but couldnt aford the £40 call out fee (not haveing a car herself) or the estimated £100 for treatment. So she had stayed up all night feeding the poor dog sips of milk, expecting it to die. Five or so days latter it looks ok, its walking round, but looks very thin and bedraggled. She gave us a jar of jam to take away with us.

Fivemum had had a phone call from mad germans partner. He lunatic scheme to move to St Kits has progressed. Shes bought a ship container, which she intends to live in out there, in the garden of her house she had put a deposite on, as its full of lodgers!... taken redundancy from her job, got £800 for that to buy the container... now she has to get a job this week...as we drove back i saw her looking in a shop window full of cards (for sale etc) i pretended not to see her, she really is nuts.

Bollox, hotdog came round expecting me to have doen his ice cream sign. Im coverd in paint right now waiting for it to dry. Got to deliver it to his lock up tommorow as hes useing it tommorow... and ive just rememberd this second, if i have any varnish, its in the the dammed shed, in the dark.... dam dam.