I’m not sure whether you remember – although, my dears, you probably will, as you recall things so much more easily that I do, that our complex needed a new Manager. One of the newer residents (at the posh end of the building) was a retired police officer. I’m not exactly sure of his rank, but it might have been Commander of one of those task groups. Now Gordon moved into one of the apartments close to Mrs. M and for a little while everything had been quiet. That in itself was a novelty.
A few days ago I heard on the grapevine that a new building manager had been appointed and it was indeed, Gordon. I still can’t understand why he would choose to take on this role. He isn’t short of money – well, not by outward appearances. I can’t say that I like him. It’s nothing that you can put your finger on, but there is something which doesn’t feel quite right. I may be completely wrong about him – if that is the case, I will certainly apologise for maligning him. However, at this juncture I wait to be convinced.
Over the past few weeks Gordon has been getting to know various residents – I assume this was to ensure he knew what was going on when he was announced as the new manager. Unfortunately for Gordon, the people he has been talking to aren’t interested in what happens around here. They are lovely people, but they are happy in their own little world. I understand that some folk don’t want to get involved – they probably don’t know that there are many different crimes being committed in their community. They like to meet in the lounge for coffee on a Tuesday morning and again for bingo on a Friday evening, after first enjoying a fish and chip supper!
There are about ten or so residents who meet for coffee and bingo and go to the cinema occasionally. They don’t discuss anything about the events which have happened over the past months. To the best of my knowledge they think that poor Patricia just had an unfortunate accident and there wasn’t anything untoward about it. They seem be to perfectly happy in their own bubble. I understand that Gordon has been chatting to these residents. I believe he joins them for their coffee mornings – although whether he has braved the dreaded bingo I don’t know – and to be perfectly honest, I’m not really interested.
What I have heard though, is that Gordon is encouraging them to tell him any snippets of information they may inadvertently come across. He is treating them as if they are gullible and will want him to know anything about everything that goes on here. As this group of people don’t know much at all, he is going to be sadly disappointed. As individuals they are all very nice – put them together and they really don’t amount to much.
Why Gordon is putting his faith into this band of residents I don’t know. However, perhaps I will soon know a little more. Gordon knocked on my door a couple of days ago and asked if he could come round for coffee. Now my dears, this itself is strange. Why would Gordon want to come for a drink with me? Normally you invite people in for coffee with you – you don’t go to see them, specifically planning to ask them if you can go to see them and have a cup of coffee! Anyway I wait to find out – and of course I will tell you what happens.
It really is time for me to think about cooking my supper – what shall I have tonight? I haven’t given it any thought at all. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx