Saturday

Drove down 35 miles away to take our friends cloths to a charity shop. Far away, so we her friends dont see them. Drove past Lens old chappel, it upset me again, its up for sale i see, wish i had the money to buy it, i bet its over a quater of a mill now.

Afternoon visit to Mr Lecturer in hospital. The wife said his pee bag looked lighter than the claret of yesterday, i didnt look. Hes grumpy and as ever stuburn. He diabetic, keeps his blood sugar to low im sure and now is suffering migrains. He wont listen to us telling him to eat somthing. He also seems to be quite grumpy with the other patients, keeping his curtain between him and the Ok chap in the next bed and glareing back at the old guys oposite. Hes lived alone for so long, he cant stand the invavsion that their presence represents. God he really is like an old woman soemtimes.

All day ive been stressed. Again everyone seems to be moveing just a little to slow. Takeing just a little too long to do everything to my intense frustration.

Had a letter from the solicitor. The mystery white envelopes contents is revealed! It contains, the firms terms and conditions, and the draught hand writen Will (thank fuck for that), the letter says hes put that in his "files". We had expected that to go to our mutual friend, but i think he is keeping it "virgin" so that "they" cant claim tampering.