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Well, my dear friends, you’re really not going to believe what has been going on in our wee community.  As you know, Mr. Roach disappeared a few days ago, and apparently nothing has been heard about him.  To be honest, I’m just pleased that he isn’t around; there has been a much better atmosphere since he left.  He isn’t a nice person, and although I’m sure that he’ll return at some point, I’m hoping that he’ll remain off our radar for some time.

That’s enough about him.  I need to bring you up to speed with other matters which have far more significance than our bad-tempered manager and his criminal ways.  There has been another incident – this one far more serious than the one which concerned Mrs M and Mr S!  This is usually a quiet village, with very little criminal activity.  Things appear to be changing though, and there has been a despicable act of at the very least, dangerous driving.  This will probably be treated considerably more seriously than that by the police and it has resulted in the death of one of our neighbours. 

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Patricia has lived in a ground floor flat for a number of years and was a delightful woman.  Nothing was too much trouble for her, and she could regularly be seen carrying armfuls of flowers in order to decorate the church.  She was also on the committee ensuring that the social calendar was kept reasonably full.  A staunch proponent of our little community coffee mornings, she ensured that there was always a full complement of raffle prizes in order to tempt residents to attend.  I don’t enjoy being persuaded to make an appearance, but Patricia had such a lovely way of asking – she made it sound as if you were really going to be missed by everyone if you tried to find an excuse to avoid it.

A couple of days ago Patricia had been to the village to collect some raffle prizes she had been promised by local shopkeepers.  There is a zebra crossing virtually outside our front garden which takes you across the road to the local parade of shops where the new coffee shop is situated.  Patricia had just started to cross the road on her way home when a sports car raced past at a considerable speed.  Patricia hadn’t any chance of avoiding the car and she was tossed into the air like a doll.  There was an awful noise which came from two other vehicles coming in the other direction and which tried to stop quickly.  Unfortunately they weren’t able to come to a halt before one car rammed into the back of the first vehicle which then ran over Patricia’s body.

It was a truly dreadful sight and terribly upsetting for all of us.  Poor Patricia didn’t stand a chance of coming out of this alive.  The sports car didn’t even stop.  The driver continued down the road at a considerable speed and I don’t think that anyone was close enough to be able to read the number plate.  I am sure that the car would have been damaged although I’m not sure to what extent.  The other two cars obviously stopped – they didn’t have any alternative, as Patricia was still entangled beneath one car and the other vehicle was firmly embedded into the rear of the first car.

You can imagine the chaos that surrounded our community.  Not only had one of our dear friends died, she had done so in horrible circumstances.  Of course, within a few minutes  police officers and paramedics were on site trying to sort decide what had happened.  There was, by now a small crowd gathering, so the police were busily putting cordons around the area, and the road was closed to traffic.

There is a great deal more I must tell you about this incident.  Was it a genuine hit-and-run accident?  Was it connected to other strange events which have been occurring?  Although you need to know some details, I’m afraid that I must leave you to ponder on this for a short time whilst I focus my attention on the forthcoming interview with MI5.

So there is much to tell you about and once I’ve established how I can assist the Security Services I will return to explain more about the death of poor Patricia and the events that followed it.  In the meantime I must prepare myself for my official visitors.  As Always –

With Love – Jan xx

Published by Jan

I'm retired, disabled and after sudden death of wonderful husband, have moved closer to my son, daughter-in-law and baby, Charlie. I live in sheltered housing at the bottom end of the scale called Independent Living. I had been in an online Knit and Natter group for a couple of years before Ian died and the members of the group were and still are a wonderful support to me. Since moving here I have now got my own little Facebook group where the members are now my friends and extended family. It was suggested that I write a blog - so here we are!!

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