Tuesday

Oh for fuck sake.... went to Fivemum's place to change oil in ikle car, fine take the soggy oil impregnated under tray off and grovel about in the mud. Run engine with flushing oil in it, undo drain plug, let it all out..... hum that's interesting why isn't it hot? and why isn't it black, like it is on the dipstick?... i was organised, i took the proper oil draining tray thingy which was half full from last time, meaning to take it to the oil reclaim tank at the dump on the way home.... but why isn't it dirty at all?...... that would be because its not in fact the engine oil, but is the gear box oil, which is full of very expensive fully synth gear box oil.... oil i didn't think i was changing, so i haven't got any, and in 12 miles from a town likely to have it... BUGGER... ever start something and regret it bitterly?.... what to do.. walk to a garage a good mile away and See if they have it, I'm saved from that by arrival of my friends husband who volunteers to drive there, no they dont have any oil, so to next garage which is five miles away. They have ordinary mineral oil, not right but ok for 30 miles home i hope... and as is the way of Cornwall we have to drive to collect some spuds on way and go and look at some huge rocks that he is thinking of making into a fireplace (i mean like 3 tons each!, wtf is he going to build Stonehenge!)... anyway get back, change the right oil... put duff oil in... dont put undertray back as id have to take it off to change the oil tomorrow. so drive home with a can of expensive dirty oil and a filthy dripping lump of sound proofing under tray in with me...

Bank Holiday monday

Mr Lecture is down having his eyes laser beamed. We went out with him and Mother In law (who's down for our lads birthday). He was cracking jokes about our lack of care for him as he had a terminal disease. We went to the Crown, mainly as me and Mr L remembered the girl who served us last time and we both remember she wore a thong, plainly visible to ogling brutes like me under tight clothes. Anyway had a nice meal. No thongs evident. While we eat, Mr L pulled out a squawking mobile phone, looked at it but it rang and he said he couldn't actually talk on it due maybe to no signal or, as i found more likely, just not knowing how to work it (i don't have a clue either). It went off twice but he couldn't talk on it. He said he had mentioned that he was going to buy a mobile phone to his Brother in Law, who foisted this old phone on him at point of hummph. We went to Mousehole and had tea in beech cafe, i went down to the rock pools with our lad and looked for fish with no success. Eventual after a fair few bits of the usual separation conflicts of timing. Me really wanting to go and wife etc just ignoring frantic signals...... Anyway at home the phone rang it was Mr L. The calls to the mobile we his Brother In Law, Mr L's sister died this morning at five.


last week, Tuesday i gave Hotdog a lift to Bodmin Hospital to have a camera thrust up his bottom. He was insanely grateful for the lift it took one and half hours in my slow car. Three hours round trip. I just dropped him off, poor man looked small and cold walking into the reception alone, i guess we are all alone. On the way home i luxuriated in it not being me. Though one day soon it will be or the wife or our lad. One cant get away from it at any time.

He dropped round on our lad birthday and gave us a huge wodge of bacon (he gets that cheep for Bacon rolls he sells )and a present for our lad. He said they didn't say they had found anything up there, but "results" were going to his doctor. What that means i don't know.

Monday

On Saturday we saw Mutual friend and the lad who was playing round her house. Hes well and enjoying his new family. His dad is going to get married to his new lady on the anniversary of proposing, which happens to be probably also exactly when he heard that the mother of his child was dieing..... Mutual friend has had a letter from the solicitor with his bill asking for comments on it, neither of us know what this means. Presumably The "bastards" went nuts at getting it a few months ago and he maybe is looking for confirmation its OK?. it isn't OK cos its way above what he said it would be.... weird.

Saturday

This afternnon the wife bumped into Gaylord, he was with a friend and onthe way to visit Armchiar and Mrs Garden, who wernt in, so they visited us instead. Hi sfriends hinted at illness, i thought Aids, but apparently not, something he picked up while abroad, he was taken home and has been in hospital for a long time and is now in sheltered accommodation and one the sick benefit for at least a few years. When he wishes to travel "somewhere warm". Gaylord asked about the lad and we relayed that he seemed OK but that his dad had only just realised how much it all costs. He seemed comforted by this. He looked after him quite often, our friend said they used to sit in the cupboard listening to the next door neighbour playing the piano. He said he is still "tarting" (being a sex worker) and now has handed the worry of managing the flat to his sister who owns it and has been on his back for months. He said he was relieved to let her worry about it for a change and i have a feeling hes not going to be the best tenant in the world either. Hes also decided to start painting again, but nothing "Meaningful" just "furniture pieces" he is a very good painter in the old mold of English painting. He knows his craft. And he produces some very nice paintings. I'm wondering if hes going back to forgery. He for along time worked for an Antiques dealer" who supplied old canvas/board and paint to knock out fat pig/cow/hen "folk art"........ Also he used the loo and came back down clutching a magazine, asking if he could borrow it, i asked why..... he told me that the Art director's e-mail address was in it and he had lost touch with him. Apparently the art director had picked him up in Hyde Park and they had had sex. And kept in touch till he lost his number..

Gaylord's rich mate is about to go bust, something which worries Gaylord as he gets taken to France in his vintage Bentley. Its jewelry biz and apparently shops just haven't been buying high value jewelry.

Monday

Saw Dotty yesterday at Geevor vintage rally. She hasnt heard anythign back from "the evil ones".. which amused her and us, maybe they have backed off, more likely they just cant understand that some peopel arnt a push over to bullying.

Went to Cot valley where i sused to play when i was under ten, our lad loved it, pretty dangerious paths ont he dge of the cliff, bu twe had fun.