Sunday

We really meant to put up the shelves today (as ive really meant to all week) and instead just lazed about. Going out to see Armchair and Mrs Gardener who also have Five mum on a marathon Xmas shopping two day excursion to buy "everything". This is a woman who finds the pound shop "expensive"....


Yesterday it was town lights on night. We trooped out and stood round, listened to the quickly ageing town Gliteratie spout on. The head Honcho now not even able to stand up to make his speech. Nicely they made a presentation to Jacks wife for her makeing tea for them the last twenty years or so and commiserated the loss of Jack. Our lad chased the other kids round with a flashing sword. Saw the Tortoise lady, she was avoiding a guy in a blue hat, that she said always asked her out and she trotted off to avoid him.

For some reason im in mind of the local bad boy family. Lets called them the The Tablets. Noted in the area for being roguery and general violence. They run a pleasure boat from the town peer. Being lawless they fell out with the Peer Master and super glued him into his kiosk. They got banned from the main key for that, which must have cost them many thousands of pounds in lost income. I met a bar man who served at one of their weddings. He said a fight broke out, and even the bride, resplendent in white joined in, lurching to the bar, ordering a drink and then launching back into the fight, her white dress covered in blood at the front from a nose bleed. The "old man Tablet" was probably they worst of the bunch, unfettered by washing, manners or any social graces other than swearing. Small round and a face like corned beef, he had a horrible life in sure and wanted that tradition to continue. He told the story of his childhood, bought up in the jumble of more of less shanties covering the upper town and flowing down to the harbour, when only poor people had to look at the filthy stinking sea. He had a younger brother, born with a hair lip and regarded as retarded. The brother died and the doctor conducted a post mortem, using the best kitchen knife on the kitchen table. he remembered rolling up the blood covered news paper.....