Well, my dears, it’s lovely to be here again. I have been missing in action for a few days, as I had a very busy day on Saturday at an old school reunion, which necessitated in me taking it easy for the following few days. Georgie, my old friend from across the corridor and I went together in a taxi. It made the day a little more special for us. There was a good turnout this time. It does help when they’re held in the summer – it’s not the same when the winter days are so dark and dreary.
It was lovely having Georgie with me – between us we were able to recognise everyone, although one or two ladies appeared remarkably fresh-faced. I’m not saying that Julie has had a facelift but her third husband is considerably younger than her, so who knows….. Alistair is another guy I wouldn’t have recognised either – he’s now sprouting a full head of hair which as he was nearly bald five years’ ago could be classed as a miracle.
It’s surprising that as you get older how tiring a day out can be. However, I’m back in harness and can now give you a little news regarding the three new residents. The previous information I had suggested that one of them would be living on each floor, and that has turned out to be correct. Of more interest to me is that they are all men. I find it a little strange that three single men would choose to move here within a few days of each other. Yes, I know that one of them may be a widower and the other two could be divorced or separated. At this time that bit of information hasn’t made its way to me.
One of the new boys has moved into the flat which was vacated by Philip Jones (I’m sure you will remember that he was abducted). Now I’m not sure whether he has actually moved in as yet, but quite a few pieces of furniture have been delivered in the last couple of days. No doubt I’ll see the chap around and then I can invite him in for a coffee.
My spies/friends on the ground and first floors have told me that they have also been aware of comings and goings in the flats near them. Although folk have been seen near these flats, no-one is able to confirm whether they are the new occupants or just people there to do little bits of work. It’s quite frustrating, my dears, but these things take time and as soon as I know more about them, you know I’ll pass the information on to you.
Now what else do I need to tell you. Oh yes, a couple of days ago Mrs. M and I went across to The Roasted Bean for a coffee. Well I actually had a hot chocolate – my little treat, don’t you know! We managed to find a quiet table in a corner with a couple of lovely armchairs to sink into. Talking about that – it’s lovely to collapse into these chairs, but it’s much harder to climb back out of them. I’m just saying… Perhaps you don’t have that problem, but I find it extremely difficult. Right then, what was I saying, – ah yes, Mrs. M had her coffee – a mocha something something!! I really don’t know why they have all these convoluted names for them. Surely a coffee is a coffee. Either black or white – these fancy names are completely unnecessary. Well, they are in my opinion, although I know it doesn’t count for much.
What on earth was I saying – it’s so easy to lose my train of thoughts – oh yes, I remember! While we were in there Gordon appeared. Now that may be perfectly normal – I’m not saying anything, but it seems a strange place for him to go to meet a couple of other people who arrived shortly after him. They had obviously arranged to see him there as Gordon waved at them immediately they walked in and they headed straight to his table. They were a middle-aged couple – perhaps late fifties or even early sixties. It’s so difficult to tell nowadays. However, the woman was dressed very smartly in a navy suit with a pale blue blouse. She was also wearing impossibly high heeled shoes. How she managed to walk I don’t know. I’m afraid I go for comfort rather than elegance nowadays!
Her companion was also wearing a suit with a pair of brogues. I’m not sure whether they were a married couple, colleagues or just friends. I don’t suppose it really matters, although Gordon did look slightly perturbed to see me when he looked around. When he came in he wouldn’t have seen us, and it was only because he turned round to put his jacket on the back of his chair that he spotted us. However, I just nodded at him, and he quickly turned away.
This may have been a completely innocent appointment. Many people do meet in coffee shops. I just feel that there is something which doesn’t sit well with me about Gordon. I didn’t recognise the folk who joined him and neither did Mrs. M. Oh well, it’s just another thing to think about. Perhaps Gordon may mention something when he sees me around. On the other hand, he probably won’t.
Anyway, my dears, that is all I have time for just at the moment. I really must think about dinner. As the weather is very warm at the moment I think a salad may be in order. I may make a jelly for dessert, which will leave enough for the next few days. If I don’t make a move I won’t be having anything. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx