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Thieves and robbers

Half watching American Idol (too much padding, not enough singing). I wish the judges would stop telling the kids how hard it is for them to have to fuck some of them off. Yeah, J-Lo, it should be you theyíre crying for on the bus back to Wherever.

We have been set about by thieves. Not me, personally, but right up close. First the people who grow the green I smoke had the whole caboodle stolen. All their plants, lights, equipment, robbed clean away, and they canít even go to the police or claim on insurance. Iíve no idea how big a thing they had going on, but these are hard times to be going without a smoke. Iíve got a teeny bit left, and my fingers crossed.

Far more distressingly, SIL was mugged yesterday. Two guys came up to him as he was getting into his van, said something that got him to open the side door then punched him in the head, forced him into the van where he was blind-folded and sat on. They drove out of town where he was put in the boot of a car and driven around for a while. He was tipped out next to his empty van with all his stock, laptop, phone, cash, keys gone. Oh man. I donít even like him, but fucking hell. I feel a big urge to go up and give him a big hug or at least to see him, see how heís taking it.

Today was EDís nannyís funeral. Given the choice, Iíd rather go to the funeral of a 91 than of anyone else, though thereís a sadness in their having outlived all their contemporaries. The empty chairs didnít reflect the life sheíd led. RIP Elsie. The predicted punch-up between EDís father and her Uncle P came to nothing as neither of them turned up. EDís father because his current wife was taken into hospital , whereas P refused to go because he didnít like his mother-in-law and . For fuckís sake, no one liked her, she was spiteful and mean, just like my own dear Ma (they were born in the same year; both had tragic early lives and both held the rest of the world in resentful contempt for having such comparatively easy times), but thatís not the point. P could have been there to stand by his wife as she buried her mother. Poor Auntie L has been stuck between her bullying mother and her bullying husband for almost fifty years. Ach, theyíre nearly as fucked up as my family.

Sweet dreams xx

12:55 p.m. - 24.02.12

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