What a Difference a Day Makes…

Twenty-four little hours! And that, my dear, was how long it took before everything was tipped upside down again.  Good morning to you, and did you have a nice weekend?  Did you go to see the family or did they visit you this time?

Why on earth things can’t be left to settle down in this establishment I really don’t know.  It feels as if there is a neon sign on the front saying “don’t move here if you want a quiet life”, although I suppose the other way of looking at it, “move here and you may not live long” sounds rather too dramatic!

When we last spoke I told you that Giselle had given me some bits of news/gossip that she had picked up when she had been to give a foot massage to one of the men who lives on the ground floor.  Apparently Gordon would be coming back during the weekend and would be continuing with his job as Buildings’ Manager across the whole complex.

I decided that I wanted a chat with Gordon.  Not only did he leave me in the lurch with the Talent Contest but he has also left me out of pocket to the tune of £175 which was the amount in extra prize money offered to the adult contestants in compensation for changing the date of the contest so close  to the actual event.  Fortunately, everyone was very obliging, even going so far as to compliment Gordon for being so organised!  This was at the end of the first part of the contest which had been amended so that the competitors were under the age of sixteen. 

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The contest for adults was held a couple of weeks later and Gordon had promised to arrange everything.  I had given him a list reminding him about the items which needed to be dealt with and he assured me he was on top of the situation.

I’m sure you remember my dear that a couple of days prior to the adults’ contest Gordon had gone very quiet, and it was only later that we found out that he had been taken “ill” and after seeing a doctor privately and having a couple of tests he went on holiday with them to a cottage on the edge of the Norfolk Broads.

As far as I was aware no-one had heard from him; however he had obviously spoken to someone – perhaps at Head Office – and one of the residents had been informed that he would be returning home over the weekend and restarting his job today.

I popped down the corridor so that I could push a note through his door asking him to contact me as soon as he had a few spare minutes as I’d like to discuss a couple of things with him.  Gordon only lives a couple of doors away from Mrs. M, at the “posh” end of the building.  She was away this weekend visiting a friend so I decided to check her apartment just to move any post and to water a couple of her plants.  These rooms catch the sun and some of the plants are prone to drying out very quickly.  Anyway, I let myself into Mrs. M’s apartment (I have her spare key for occasions like this) and checked that everything was in order.  She had left a couple of glasses in the sink, which I rinsed, dried and put away, but everything was as she’d left it.  I was a little concerned that now Gordon was coming back that he may use the opportunity to do a little snooping.  However, everything seemed to be in order. 

I locked the door behind me and then went to Gordon’s apartment to push the envelope containing the note through his letterbox.  As I put my hand on the door it moved slightly, which I wasn’t expecting.  We all close our doors firmly and most of us need to depress the handle for the door to open.  Gordon’s door was different and could be left so it looked closed, but it wasn’t.  One or two of the residents at that end of the building have chosen to have this different lock – I’m not sure why.  I prefer to use the handle – in that way if I am expecting someone but I’m sitting down, I can shout and they can open the door.  I can hear it being opened, which suits me just fine.

As Gordon’s door opened a little more I could smell something rather unpleasant and I could see quite a lot of flies.  I’m not an expert, but something wasn’t right and I wasn’t going in to find out more.  Fortunately I had my phone with me and so I dialled 999 and asked for the Police and Ambulance Service.  I explained where I was and the wonderful lady on the switchboard asked me if I could stay there.  I said I would, but really needed to go back to my own flat and gave her my details.

Once I completed that phone call, I rang Teddy, who happened to be in the village and was going to call on me.  I explained what I thought had happened and she said she could be here in a couple of minutes and for me not to worry.  A few minutes later Teddy arrived (without Harry) and was fortunate to see someone letting themselves in through the security door and so she entered with them.  She ran up the stairs and I could hear her shouting to me.

You wouldn’t believe how pleased I was to see her.  She put her silicone gloves on and quietly entered Gordon’s apartment.  When she came back out a minute later, she said that I had done the right thing and she would wait for the emergency services.  In fact, she rang a colleague in the police and explained what she had just found. 

Teddy then said for me to go back to my flat and wait for her to join me shortly.  She realised that I was a little shaken and asked if I could manage.  I said that I’d be OK and would go and make us both a cup of tea.  At that point I then went slowly back to my flat.

So, my dear, this isn’t what I wanted to tell you, but it’s the situation we now find ourselves in.  Yet again, there appears to have been an awful crime.  I can’t give you the details yet, but will do so once I know more.  I’m expecting a visit from the local police inspector shortly.  I really feel that I need to have a tot of brandy which isn’t like me at all.  I will update you as soon as possible.  As Always –

With Love – Jan  xx

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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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14 Comments

  1. Oh Jan!!! What an awful shock for you. I hope you’re starting to feel a bit more settled now, and that Teddy and the police have been to see you.
    It all sounds so sinister, I’m worried about your safety. Please be careful. X

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    1. Thank you Frances – I did have a bit of a “turn” – it was quite a shock. You hear and read about this sort of thing happening, but don’t actually expect it to happen to you. xx

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  2. Good gracious what an unexpected turn of events! If this turns out to be Gordon, does that mean he wasn’t the suspicious character we all thought him to be? Was he there investigating the other strange goings on and stumbled onto something much more sinister? I must say I’m so thankful you had the good sense to change your locks when you did!

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    1. Karen – I’m not sure what has happened to Gordon, if anything. Until I hear from the police inspector I won’t know much more. Teddy came round to see that I was OK, but she said she couldn’t say anything about what she had seen in Gordon’s apartment. xx

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  3. TRY AGAIN. ROFL……..I love the more frequent blog stories as your writing now more like the novel writer you should be……………

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  4. Well, wasn’t expecting this or what I think it is. What a shock for you – I don’t blame you a small tot of brandy, (for medicinal reason) should steady you. So where has Gordon been? Have the police been to see you yet? I’m sure when I get to my retirement complex I will be looking at everyone and imagining all sorts of things about them. I shall probably name them with the names you have used!!! Looking forward to the next instalment x

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    1. Maggie, although I’m over the shock of it now, it still keeps coming into my mind. Yes, everyone expects a retirement complex to be genteel and peaceful, with very little going on. Obviously they don’t live here. xx

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  5. I am all caught up with the posts that I’ve missed recently! So is he in there dead? My goodness I hope not, if he is I can’t imagine the police not looking at the building with a big magnifying glass! There has now been way too much that has happened to be a coincidence, thanks for the great posts Jan I’m really enjoying them! ❤️

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    1. Erika, I’m glad you are now up to date and happy to continue reading it. I’m really enjoying writing and finding out where the characters are taking us. I really don’t want to move at the moment – although a slightly larger flat would be rather nice. I’m only just starting to get to know some of the residents. Mind you at this rate, there won’t be any left!! xx

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