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  Fri 10th October 2014

After a period in exile in a part of Lancashire where parents smoke their children to school whilst wearing onesies, Kitty has managed to secure a job in Lancaster, and it was her housewarming the other night. It was one of cultured abandon in which we drank nothing but champagne cocktails. Two of the guests were excellent musicians. My heart sinks when I see a man carrying a guitar into a party, but Brendan can really play.

Wendy was there, attracting those glances that men are inept at hiding. She's got a sexy, reckless air about her, with her wayward, fearless conversation, and her secondhand dresses; more than one of us blokes were thinking the same thing.

Trina is coping well with the new description ("friends"), despite afternoons like last Wednesday. We went out and she drank too much (to my relief, stopping before her tipping point). Back home, she sat at the kitchen table while I busied myself with making tea, chopping and frying with what I hoped would be an infectious alacrity, but I could hear sibilant sniffing and sighing behind me.

"You alright?" I asked, knowing perfectly well what was the matter. "I've done this -- look what I've done," she said, trying to smile. "No, you haven't at all. I tell you what you can do though -- those need to be diced, about so big." I kissed her and she said she was silly and so on. If we can just get through this, things will be fine, I thought. She offered to get the last bus, but I said that there was no need for that, and being naked in bed together went with more ease than I'd expected, partly because she went quickly off, pissed -- leaving me to thoughts of Donna.

Next morning I had to get up early as Kirsty and boyf were off to France for a few days and so I've got the children all this week. Once she can bear it I'll raise the issue of why, if we're friends, I'm not allowed on dating sites. I got myself swiftly out of bed. No fucking discussions. No fucking; no discussions.

My solicitor rang the other day. He said that he thinks there isn't that much evidence to pursue even a possession charge. He explained that the procedure, when this interview finally takes place -- the alleged offence, of Untaxed Sensual Enjoyment, took place in June -- will be that the police will have to make a full disclosure of their evidence and then the solicitor and me will have a private discussion about how to go about the subsequent interview. I want it over and done with, partly so that I can tell you the full story.

It's our local music festival this weekend. In its sixth year now, the festival is a Ritalin substitute for its organiser. Old Uni Pal from Ilkley is coming over, and I am going to drag him out to see Özlem Bulut. What a beautiful voice she's got.


Wagon and Horses, 9pm, in case it's tempting anyone local. Free, no charge.


Do you guys have punitive damages out there? That means you take the police to court and demand compensation for the pain and suffering they put you through. We’re a litigious bunch out here.

Sun 12th October 2014 @ 02:51
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Yes, my understanding of the little pamphlet that the police kindly left is that they have to compensate you for damage done in entering your house where they find that no offence has taken place. It cost £160 to have the locks changed, so I’d like that back, at least.

Sun 12th October 2014 @ 11:20
Comment from: Suzy Southwold [Visitor]

EOPS, please don’t take this as a personal attack, but the expression “punitive damages” sends most English people into a lather of indignation. Other countries may sue the
Little League coach for benching their son, but we have a stiff upper lip to maintain!

Tue 14th October 2014 @ 08:04
Comment from: [Member]

Hoping things go well with the ladies and the law. Seems your solicitor has a good bit of experience and a level head.

Thanks for the link to Özlem Bulut - good Anatolien lady with some talent! Will be sure to surprise my daughter with this bit of Turkish pop/folk knowledge! If you can get her to your local music fest, seems you’re all doing something right! Free is my favorite kind of festival!

Wed 15th October 2014 @ 03:08
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Yes DF, I thought about your daughter – she could have practiced her Turkish on her. The Music Fest goes from strength to strength and it really energisies the city for a long weekend.

Wed 15th October 2014 @ 10:11

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