Saturday/Sunday

Went out with Mr Lecter, for the last time. Been going out most Saturdays i think for close on 18 years, when it was term time. Went to Mevagissy on the grounds we hadnt been there for years, had a pub lunch. He seemed distracted a lot of the time, as were we i sopose. He told us of his meeting with the consultant who told him he had non functioning bone marrow.
"So youve given me a virtual death sentance?."
"humm..."
"it that due to cost cutting? Couldn't you afford a full one?"
"laugh"
"God it must be miserable for you, Giveing out this sort of news all day long.."
"Thats why i get a (smile) HUGE salery...."

Mr lectuer seems to have told everyone, all week hes been out with friends for dinners in posh hotels and odd drives round. A blond in the pub said "this must be the best five years of your life" and kissed him. He said it remains to be seen just how far she is going to be a help in makeing it so. She could do worse, hes had his retirement lump sum (£23k) and owns a house. But he does rather reminds me in stature and maybe outlook of Tony Handcock. He phoned his friend in London, a retired Doctor and asked about the desease. The guy told him, it wasnt a good thing to have, but it wasnt the worst thing to have, relatively, but he would be better off with lukemia. Mr lecture said he told him the "end" would be "rather meloncoly" i think he pausded then for me to ask what he ment, but i didnt ask.

His nephew is comming down Thursday to help him move back "Upcountry" all his books, he has little else down here. He asked if i could help, i said of course, anytime... though i know from old that doing anything with him is agony, hes often like an old lady, pottering and takeing much longer over silly details than need be.

Today me and wife went looking for a going away present for him. The wife wanted a glass paper weight, but i rather think something small silver (and of necesity cheep!) and engraved with "Uncle Wicked ******" which is what ou son calls him, would mean more. We didnt find anything, i will have to go look in town tommorow.


Yesterday evening we got the call from Mutual friend that the lad was at her house and our son was welcome to come play. We went after being out all day. Our son played violent games with guns a swords as is the want of kids. then watched a Star Wars film. Mutual friend said something interesting though. She asked the Father if "they" had been in contact' aparently not to him, just two calls to grandad, can someone have informend them that he hates them?... Aprently "The Italian Job" called "Mrs Them" in order to try to retrive her pictures of Our Friend and "Mrs Them" appeard not to know that the lad was with his father! She seems a little confused even..... maybe she has gon over the top now and is truely un-hideably mad now. It would be a fitting end to her and "them"... one can but hope.