Friday

Went to deliver some things i printed out to Fivemum (how to make Bio diesel for the new G-wagon and a handbook off the net for her washing machine) She wasn't in, so i just left it on the door step... soon as i got home she phoned, she had been at a school thing, she was quite upset though, yesterday she and hubby went to the inquest of the motorcyclelist who hit their van some time ago. Hubby had to testify, and was cross examined by the guys father, who was obsessed with blaming someone for his son death, going on and on about the vans MOT (which it had) and when it ran out, which hubby didn't know... Three witnesses testified that the bike was travelling at high speed and wheelied across the round about before hitting the van after overtaking a car. The driver of the car imedietlly behind the van said the bike flashed past him then exploded in flames as it hit. All three commented they all had kids in their car and were horrified by what might have happened to them.
The Autopsy report was a revelation, he had multiple healed and fixed injuries, face reconstruction and broken bones, all from bike accidents. What a shit biker he was, How did they think his life was going to end? A written statement rather stupidly said they saw him "In the zone" and riding well just up the road, why that was read out i have no idea.His wife ended on a statement that he was a "true biker to the end"...no he was a dangerous fucking twat.
The insurance solicitor kept hubby chatting in the court, fivemum thinks to keep him from having to leave with the guys friends who packed the court. Typically Hubby wanted to go say "sorry" to them, luckily Fivemum dissuaded him, they obviously thought it was his fault, even though he was stationary and the bike struck the (big) van hard enough to spin it round and turn it over.


I went to get Son from school, on returning there was a package on mat addressed to him. It was some sweets and a birthday card.. with love from Mr and Mrs Fussy.. maybe they bought it when she was alive last week...Son said... " one of them is dead".. i said "yes, Mrs fussy is dead...nice of them to think of you isnt it" "yes " he said "it is"...