Sunday

Last week i dropped round to Mutual friend, we talked of other things, and eventual our Friend. She commented it would soon be the anniversary of her death, and "should we do something?" i didn't reply. She has seen the lad, and said that hes a little more effected by it all now, the gloss of his dad and new place has worn off a little. hes also started to mess himself again, something he did when upset, he just doesnt seem to notice when he does it and the poor lad goes through hell trying to cover it up. She also asked if i had been to the grave, i haven't not for months, i went there to say sorry for resigning to her, but not since. Someones been putting flowers on the grave she said, we think its the grandad.

Today we went to see Fivemum. Her eldest daughter is all teenagery and has more or less moved into a caravan in the garden. not a bad idea at all we all think. She and her dad were almost killed a couple of weeks ago when a motorbike slammed into the back of the van they were in, spinning it round and turning it over, the bikers died. She seems OK but it was obviously a shock and a terrible thing to carry with you. Husband asked after the lad, and commented that he had met Drunken father and liked him and thought it good the lad was with him. My wife almost went off on a rant but we both thought better of it. Maybe hes right, but they way it happened was not at all right, and never can be made right. The accident has made him buy a "proper car", a Merc estate for under £400. If as was usual the kids had all been in the back of the van in the accident they would certainly have been killed, all his tools etc were spun out of the back doors and scattered far and wide on the road.

Coming back we went to Tesco in the nearest town, we don't usually go there. While walking round, Boxing Club Kieth rushed up to the wife and cuddled her saying "I'm so very glad to see you!" he was almost crying. Couple of weeks ago he had been in our town with his friend the Milkman, who had been showing him his round as he wanted to go on holiday and needed cover. Boxing Club is a really nice guy and will do anything for anyone he can. Anyway driving through the town they saw me walking along the High street and Milkman told Boxing club a story. Pointing to me he told the tragic story of my partners lingering death and orphaning of the lad we had. This milkman delivered milk to Our friend, and i remember he once (and probably still does) believed that is was the lad father, after seeing me come out of Our Friends house in the morning. I'm definitely not his father. My Friend told him so but I'm sure he didn't believe her and he got the story crossed up and Boxing Club got his version..... I must say this shock me up quiet a bit, how near we all are to death it could easily have been true.

Boxing Clubs wife he said "isn't in good health". I've known him for a few years and she s always been ailing, but i don't know from what, shes "Not so good" nowadays. He moved to get her to somewhere quieter. they live in a mobile home on an estate where children arent allowed etc so it is quiet. I helped her get onto the net a couple of years ago, but now i got the impression shes not well enough to do much of that. hes still looking after his brothers farm (who's in Newzeland for the last ten years) i took his new phone number thinking to pass it on to SurfChick who's looking for somewhere to put down roots.

Friday

I just spent most of the day helping Dotty to fix her caravan, lots of small jobs she cant manage. Sh hasn't picked up her post for weeks, she frightened to open anything in case its "them" threatening her again. I told her that "they" are small people and cant understand friendship so they question every ones motives as their own motives are so base. I told her to ignore anything they send her, she seems to think that was a good idea, poor lady over 70 and living in a field, she doesnt need "them" on her back because she acted out of goodness that they cant understand. What can they do to her anyway other than make her frightened. I suppose that makes them feel better, lashing out. Truly the Wong sister died.