There was fanny in the kitchen yesterday. Four full hours of it in the form of Verity. She arrived with some homeopathic calmants and a soggy piece of carrot and ginger cake. She was all cold and smelt of fresh air and life. To make her position between John and I easier she has laid down a few guidelines:
- She will ONLY inform me of John’s health and mental condition.
- She will NOT be used as a comment form to pass on any personal or hateful messages.
- She will NOT have me use her number as an alternative to the Samaritans. (Apparently I have my mother for that.)
- She WILL tell John exactly the same.
Insomnia still reigns, but at least I manage to get a few hours of tormented sleep each night. Tomorrow I will meet Steve and hopefully that will force me to freshen up and put a little powder on my arse. It is over a week since I last shaved or showered and I’m actually beginning to look like a man who is Waiting for John.