Well hello again my dear, it’s so lovely to hear from you. Yes, we are fine, although as the weather has been somewhat disappointing we haven’t actually been out as yet. Let me go back a little bit, and then I’ll bring you up-to-speed. That’s another very strange phrase – how do you bring someone “up to speed” – what exactly does it mean. I realise that it’s generally taken as being – explaining what the current situation is, and how that position has been reached! It’s another of those vacuous phrases which means nothing. So, I should say – “please allow me to tell you what has been happening here”! That sounds much nicer – well, it does to my way of thinking! The alternative, well to this elderly woman seems to imply running faster and faster until…
Sorry – rant nearly over. I think I must be one of those old-fashioned souls – perhaps I’m obsolete – now completely out-dated and I’ve been superseded by a newer model! I like people to say what they mean. I don’t think it’s necessary to pepper every sentence with swearing and I think it’s completely avoidable to swear in this little tale of mine. I hope you agree with me. I may be old-fashioned in my views, but as it’s my story – my rules!!
I’m really sorry, my dear, you’ve been good enough to ring me and all I’ve done is ramble on in an uncontrolled manner. I really do apologise. I promise that I will try to behave myself, at least for the rest of today.
After all my ramblings and ranting at the beginning of this conversation I’m afraid I do need to tell you something. At the moment I’m not sure how it fits in with anything else – or indeed if it is related – and I’m not about to play a guessing game. I think it is better for me to maintain a watching brief to see what transpires. I would hate to malign someone, by me misreading the situation. It’s all too easy to put two and two together and to end up with an odd number.
I know this isn’t helpful to you, and although I really could do with your advice, I don’t want you to read too much into the piece of information I’m going to give you.
Please don’t tell me to get on with it. I’m finding it very difficult to verbalise my thoughts just at present. It is awful to think that you have misjudged someone for some time. Having said that, I could be completely wrong, and it may have been a really innocent exchange which I overheard and misconstrued.
My dear, I know I’m not explaining myself very well. I’m thinking this through while we are talking, so I don’t get ahead of myself and lead you up a creek without any possibility of finding a paddle to extricate myself.
I think the best way of me going about this is to explain the events since our last conversation. Will that be OK? Right then, if you remember I said that Freddie had asked his staff to put a couple of spy cameras outside. One is above the porch and focuses on the door and the other is in a tree closer to the loch and shows anyone coming up the path to the cabin from the loch. I really like having them there and I’m happy to know that if anyone comes up to the door then Freddie will be aware. I’m not expecting visitors here, but it’s better to be safe rather than sorry! If nothing else it provides peace of mind, certainly for me.
Yes, Mrs. M is quite well, considering that she seems to be coming out with more bruises every day which are changing colour quite dramatically. She has been doing a little knitting while I’ve been keeping a watchful eye on it. At the moment, it looks OK – probably unwearable, but that really isn’t the point. As long as she is happy with the work she is doing, I am unlikely to complain.
True to his word Freddie emailed me the menu for yesterday’s lunch. Although everything sounded gorgeous, I was really boring and chose salmon. It is one of my favourites, and not too heavy on the digestion. Mrs. M, after changing her mind on more than one occasion finally settled on roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. I thought that she would have that, as we don’t often buy a joint of beef as it is rather too large for us. Yes, we have steak from time to time, but roast beef carved from the rib is something to be savoured as a special treat, when eating out.
I have found the older I am, the less I choose to eat meat. There aren’t any specific reasons; it is simply my preference. I love roast lamb and I do cook myself the occasional chop or lamb noisette which makes for a wonderful roast. I don’t dislike meat; I just find it quicker and easier to cook fish for myself.
I’m so sorry my dear as I’ve strayed from the subject again. It seems to be taking me longer and longer to get back to it once I’ve wandered away. I’m sure it is an age thing, so I’m not going to beat myself up.
I was saying that Freddie brought us a lovely lunch yesterday and also delivered a small apple pie and a wonderful rice pudding. I was able to cut the apple pie into six slices so we still have some left for tomorrow. We both love rice pudding, but I managed to hide some of it into the fridge right at the back so that Mrs. M wouldn’t spot it when she wanders into the kitchen – and specifically, heads towards the fridge. She is still using the crutches, although I do think that in the next couple of days she will try to manage without them, particularly while she is inside here and can move around whilst using the furniture for support.
I’ve just realised that I still haven’t told you what I found out. That makes it sound like it’s of greater importance than it actually is, if the truth be told. While Mrs. M was lying on her bed yesterday afternoon, I went to the bathroom which is situated between the two bedrooms. I have the bedroom closest to the living room, then it’s the bathroom and finally it’s Mrs. M’s bedroom.
I was being quiet as I thought Mrs. M was probably having a doze. However just as I reached the bathroom door I heard her speaking on her phone. She said “no, she has no idea”. Someone obviously replied and Mrs. M then continued with “no-one was supposed to get hurt. What happened?” There was then obviously a long explanation from the other end of the call and then Mrs. M said – “you need to tell him that this has now gone far enough. You need to back off, otherwise I’ll tell her everything I know, and hope she believes me“.
Can you understand why I am rather confused? On the one hand it sounds as if Mrs. M is involved with at least one crime, but looking at it from a different perspective it may be that she has unwittingly become embroiled.
I feel that I don’t want to pressurise her while she is still recovering. I’m almost certain she wouldn’t want to harm me physically, or to cause me any problems. I think she is in a difficult position and is trying to extricate herself without making things worse.
I have spent the past day thinking it over, and have decided that I’m just going to let things continue for the time being. I have no proof of anything, and unless Mrs. M says decides to tell me what is going on, I haven’t any evidence.
I still think that we are both relatively safe here, so I propose we continue our little holiday for a few more days. I don’t think anything else will interrupt our break.
Thank you for listening to me again, my dear. I will be fine, and continue to mull matters over while wondering what to do next. I’m planning on having a quiet day, and hope to continue with my knitting. Yes, my dear, please do ring again in a couple of days. It will be lovely to hear from you again. Much love to the family. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx