Two eyes, two ears, a tail and a tummy! Now my dears, I can imagine you’re thinking that I’ve lost the plot completely. Well, you may be right, but there’s certainly enough justification for it! No sooner do I think that one problem has been resolved when another rears its head in front of me.
Yes, I know that life is complicated – well, for me it certainly is, and it’s obviously destined to continue in that vein for some considerable time. At this juncture I really must advise any readers who aren’t completely au fait with the ramblings of this elderly woman, to backtrack a few chapters – or possibly go right back to the beginning!
Yes, you know who I am – and for the purpose of this exercise, we’ll call me Jan. However, I do have another name and other folk who aren’t party to these witterings of mine would be amazed to learn of my little hobby. I do have a life outside of these pages, and no, I won’t be troubling you with details of them.
Now my dears, if you’ve struggled to read this far, you’re really doing well. No, it doesn’t make much sense to me either just yet, but please try to remain focussed. Do you remember that a few days ago Giselle came to see me and told me about Albert, the guy who was moving into a flat on the first floor after the death of his wife? Their home was too large for him and it would be ideal for his son and his growing family. The daughter-in-law used to go to the same school as G, although they weren’t in the same year. Apparently G met Angie (DiL) the other day and managed to glean some information.
It would appear that one side of the family is well-known to the local and regional police. As Angie said to G “you can’t choose your family”. Well, that’s not strictly true, as you have the choice whether or not you want to marry into that sort of family. As the family in question have been involved in criminal activities for over thirty years, it was fairly obvious that she would know about it. However, be that as it may, Angie decided that she loved Albert’s son and she would take the risk.
In all fairness, Albert and his wife raised their children – two sons – to remain within the law, but it must have been difficult, with Albert’s brother and his children all having spent some considerable time “at her majesty’s pleasure”.
Giselle has now found out that those crimes included robbery with violence, assault with a deadly weapon, vehicle theft and even bank robbery. They’ve been convicted of these crimes, so I don’t think that they were the brightest souls. One member of the gang even managed to receive a phone call from a friend when they were holding up the bank and shot a video of it – which he then placed on YouTube. Not the most intelligent thing to do when he shouted to the others in the gang to say “Hi” – as although they were wearing balaclavas, they lifted them up so they could speak to the friend on the phone! Funnily enough the police arrived at their doors fairly quickly as an off-duty policeman was checking YouTube for something completely different and happened to recognise them all. Oh well, ignorance is bliss so it is said!!
However, back to my problem today and I want to tell you about one of the other new residents who is now living on this floor in the flat previously occupied by Philip Jones. According to the news I’ve heard he is called Roger Blake and was a lecturer at one of the universities, although I don’t know which one or what subject he taught. I understand that he has now retired completely.
What does concern me is that he seems to enjoy having lots of people and parties in his flat – now as you know these flats aren’t large!
In fact if there are six people in here at once it’s positively claustrophobic and overwhelming. You can imagine the amount of noise which can be generated very quickly. He also belongs to several quiz teams including the one at our local pub.
They have been having practise sessions – on the buzzer. Yes, I can hear the buzzer from my flat. During the day that isn’t a problem, but late in the evening – well suffice to say “I’m not a happy bunny”. And that my dears, is where I started this post today. Right then I better go and make a hot drink and have a shortbread biscuit. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx