Well, my dear friends, it’s lovely to be back here with you again – I was a concerned that I would be needing to go awol for a second time. However, thanks to the timely intervention of antibiotics I think we’ve managed to keep this bug from going too deeply onto my chest. I do still have little lumps on my face to add to the picture.
I had a welcome visit from Mrs M on Friday. She had called me earlier in the week and asked if I was ready to receive company – in other words, could she come for a coffee! She told me that a couple of “new gentlemen” have moved into apartments close to her. Apparently one of the new arrivals used to be a senior police officer and the other was a partner in a firm of solicitors. Both are now retired, of course.
I don’t know their names – Mrs M was a little cagey about giving me that information. I can’t think why – but I’m sure that, from the way she was talking about them, they have all known each other for some time. Now I don’t know if this is a good thing or not. Mrs M seems to know many folk, most of them men, I may add. They are probably lovely people and it’s just my imagination running away with me again.
I mentioned to you that I have heard police sirens wailing and police cars visiting here on a couple of occasions recently. I told Mrs M that I had heard the sirens and asked if it was anything to do with the new resident who was previously a high ranking officer in the service. She indicated that it wasn’t and that police officers had been talking to Mr Roach who is our building manager. I’ve previously mentioned that I don’t like Mr R very much. I do keep an open mind when meeting new people but he is a decidedly strange character. I don’t like the way he creeps up behind people without them being aware. When I see him I make a point of saying “Good day, Mr Roach, lovely to see you” in as loud a voice as possible, which then warns folk.
Mr R definitely doesn’t like me. That doesn’t worry me at all. However, I do ensure that I’m not ever alone with him. I don’t invite him into my flat – I’m not being antisocial, but I don’t want to court trouble. I also ensure that my door is securely double locked at night – and in fact, it is locked during the day, unless I’m specifically expecting friends to drop in. Mr R appears to have a very smug expression on his face every time I see him. There is something going on and I know it involves considerable amounts of money.
Now these flats are in a complex – they are all referred to as sheltered accommodation, but the residents in this building are at the very lowest level which is called independent living. There isn’t a manager who lives here. I hadn’t realised that although we are left to our own devices – yes there is an assistance button in every room – there are other buildings within the complex that provide a little more assistance for their occupants. Mr R appears to be not only our building manager, but also the manager of the other houses in the development. This means that he has considerable opportunity to wander out and about, and to arrange all manner of things for any resident who requires them. I suppose he is the equivalent of a concierge in a top London hotel – without the uniform, and most certainly without the pleasant manner. He probably earns the equivalent of them, or even, possibly more, if you take the contents of the brown envelopes into account.
Well, my dears, time is passing and if I don’t post this soon another day will have disappeared. Please stay safe in the wet and windy weather. I’ll be back soon, with information about some other residents who seem to have become embroiled in the story. Until then – As Always –
With Love – Jan xx