Wednesday

Phoned Fivemum, she's ok now, but the kids have been serially ill with throwing up/colds... all eight puppies are "fat as pigs" while Spot eats like a horse and seems thinner. She made an exotic "stew" with beans and veg and chocolate! Why she should think that this recipe was a good idea i haven't a clue, Spot loved it but the family went hungry, despite Fivemum serving it up , ever hopeful as burgers the next day.

Yesterday driving back from the school i spotted Mike, he was on a disabled car thing, fag as ever hanging from his mouth. We knew him when he was working for katie the public school trannie, on her wooden boat. His reaction to Him?her showing up and refastening the boat in a ball gown was..."what ever turns you on" and carried on working with a wicked grin. A reaction that i think disappointed the theatrical katie. i first met him when he was selling his sons boat. A beautifully kept but tiny sailing boat. His son had been sailing and tragically was killed in a car accident in Jersey, Mike had to sail his boat back and sell it. It was bought by a group of boat Building students who sailed it with reckless abandon and as i watched from the back of our boat once made a 90 degree turn at the quay to sail to their birth at high speed and sailed right slap bang into a tree. The tree took down the mast at deck level. Over indulgence of Special Brew and Weeds was blamed, but they did rebuild the mast, higher this time so the boom didn't sweep the cockpit, extending the rigging with short chains. We saw then sailing in true pirate style more than once, cans in hand and puffing splifs.

Glad to see mike is still about and still grinning with his cig in mouth. he looked like the sort of guy who didn't bother much with "normal" people just trundled along faintly amused.

Wednesday

dropped in to see Weezy. She was just out of bed, eating toast, she had just got her assessment from Hammersmith hospital. It said that next time they woudl have to have a chat about a heart and lung transplant. She's very frightened by this possibility, what if it rejected? and how many pills woudl she have to take for ever, its not a decision id like to take at all. I pointed out that she took lots of pills now..... she is inclined to "let things take their course" which seemed to mean the more or less slow death she has now. I told her the parable of the Viziers horse. She laughed....

Phoned Fivemum hopeing for a story worth laughing at, but her kids are ill again with the cold i probably gave her. Hubby is all huffy about the stove, refusing to have anything to do with installing it, claiming that he was going to do all the fireplace next year. meanwhile they genuinely risk hypothermia this winter. Fivemum had some scheme to put a flexi pipe out the window but lost enthusiasm when i told how much the pipe cost.

Dotty came round and gave me back the £100, i did ask several times if she was ok to give it back , but she insisted that she had had some good sales recently. There was some long story about the electricity cable to her van and the owners of the site, which seemed to be her reading more into actions that was there, who knows... her psychic friend has told her that "the bastards" are in hot water over our friends house , news from the "other plane".....

Gothman knocked on the door and some of his mates piled in for a cuppa, before they walked to the door he hurriedly whispered that one was his transsexual friend the other two were girls. they all seemed fine though im sure a bit wary of chatting to some old guy, If i hadn't known one was a tranie i wouldn't have noticed, just she was sort of a lager girl and we chatted about the Turner prize winner who was a TV. She was a little worse for wear after begin very drunk yesterday. They all seemed nice though and went off to the pub, mid afternoon and they hadn't made it to collage yet...

Tuesday

Last Sunday we went to a Garden, open to locals for free. On the way back we wanted to pick sloes for the xmas gin presents, couldnt find any and eventually went to Mutual friends to pick in their field. She told us the "bastards" had been down and taken the lad out, which he loves, and the story behind why our friends house is apparently unsold despite them begin so keen to get shot of it. Surprise surprise it was due to them selling it then finding out that the grant woudl have to be repaid.... which we fucking told them was the case, but of course we arn't people to listen to, fuckers. I so fucking sad to find that they are still alive, i really really wish they would both die slowly and horribly, id laugh my head off.

Saturday

Chatted to Hotdog, he was raving about the government wanting to take his house. Well as i pointed out we dont all get given a £500K house, and inheritance tax is i think 40% on sums above £350K so it was a cheep house even if his mum don't last another four years (it has to be 7 years before the giver dies to avoid tax).. then he went off on one saying that his mother would have to sell her house to put his dad in a care home, which i'm sure isn't true at all, he claims the government will only pay $350 a week for care and he will cost £500...His dad is going totally senile, probably a deliberate ploy to avid his horrible wife if you ask me... she cant cope with anything and just works on pure snobbery and doing what she thinks suits appearances. Hot dogs Sis volunteered to keep dad in NZ when they visited, i think as they saw how badly the mum was treating /coping with him. But Mum wouldn't have its as "what would people think"...Besides he's always going on about people who live off his tax, why should his dad live off tax! The mum he said now gets up at five every morning the "deal with the post", she reads every bit of post as if all the spam mail was addressed directly to her, she's tonto and i guess ripe for the advertising conmen to take advantage of. But, fuck they whole family have lived a privileged enough life so they can fuck off.

Friday

Been to see Fivemum always good for a laugh. I fixed her computer, damp again and full of fluff, had to reseat the mem chips, now i'm a computer god to her. Hubby wondered about one of the kids saying that her bedroom wall was wet. We went outside and admired the water running down the wall...They kept saying it was the (very very rotten) thatch, but i mused that it looked more like a water tank leak, which girded hubby to go up in the loft to find it was indeed the water tank, and an awful lot of the roof frames etc are rotten. The farmer really ripped them off with that house, its riddled with rot and the septic tank requires them to sneek out undercover and pump it out onto another farmers field every tow weeks...They have also badly fallen out with the farmer over the option they had to buy the shed.

Spot had eight puppies last night at about 3 in the morning. I didn't go near as she growled at me protectively, and in the night when her dim companion spaniel started to lick the puppies she tried to rip its throat out!