Well, it’s been a week since Christmas, but at least all the bloody ice and snow has gone now. And so on into the New Year.
News? Not a lot really, although I did have another visit from Della last night. We just sat around and talked only this time she brought round some very intriguing letters and photographs relating to the Black Magical activities that took place in and around Highgate and other nearby parts of north London spanning over a ten year period from the late 1960s onwards. I offered her a glass of wine and she filled in quite a bit of background about the material she had brought, as I was also able to do for her. At last it seemed to be all ‘fitting together'; the whole of the story so obvious, but as yet, untold. Having said that, I gave her my word that her confidence in myself was not misplaced. She said it was not that it could not be published eventually, but she just wanted my word that I would not release any material without her prior say so.
One particular thing that concerned her was her set of photographs relating to HC taken in 1971. We spent some time discussing the meaning of various glyphs and symbols, and their significance – as well as the identities of other people that she felt were definately connected with the use of Highgate Cemetery at the time. One of these people apparently was also making ‘nocturnal visits’ to Kensal Green cemetery in North London, with his friend who was by profession a taxidermist.
Well, it’s New Year’s Eve tonight. My long talk with Della certainly brought to mind several old acquaintances from the past, although Della seemed anxious above all else to discourage me from dwelling too much on these matters and to concentrate on the present. In fact this was not hard, because ‘work’ over, we really had a lovely time talking about other things going on at the moment which for a refreshing change had nothing to do with Highgate Cemetery, Highgate forums, the world wide web or the omnipresence of some silly ‘vampire’!
Della did seem a little concerned because she thought I wasn’t eating enough, although I tried to explain my weight had always been consistent and I am really quite healthy. But it didn’t work! Because she suggested that next time we might meet for dinner.
Well she had to go eventually, although we are meeting again in the New Year. Which I shall be celebrating soon with another bottle of wine!
I don’t usually go out on Christmas Day, despite having enough invitations. Somehow I’ve always felt uncomfortable about visiting people, even close friends, as they inevitably have family there or friends I don’t know and that makes me feel a little out of place. An exception was two years ago when I went across London for dinner; but that was on Boxing Day: had to be really otherwise there was no transport. This year was slightly different though as my friends Kev and Bev had invited me on Christmas Day and offered to collect me by car. They’ve moved now from Basildon and are living quite near Highgate in the Finchley area – only a 15 minute drive or so away by car. Kev collected me around 12. 30 and the roads were mainly clear, although some of the minor pavements were still covered with unmelted snow. I could never have got there on my own, even if there had have been buses.
Bev was inside watching prepared food and preparing more, and had already laid a table in the comfortable dining room where I was told to ‘make my self at home’. There was a wide screen television on in a corner but nobody seemed to be taking much notice of it. The food smelt pleasant enough, but it was hard to identify what this was. I guessed it was a casserole of some sorts and Bev said it would be ready after 2. In the meantime, Kev poured me a glass of wine from a bottle on the table, but I noticed Bev and himself were drinking orange juice.
We eventually sat down to eat, and the meal was exceptionally good. Bev explained that most of the food was organic – and that even included the wine. Then there was pudding followed by fresh fruit and in between, Kev was talking about his new job, which was the reason that had persuaded them to move. He also told me about his stays in Torremolinos in Spain adding that he wished he was back there at the moment to escape all the London snow…We had a lot in common there for I had already told him on an earlier occasion that it was in this Spanish holiday resort that I’d stayed in 1966 and was to eventually meet and marry my first wife. I had devoted several chapters to my stay there in my autobiography which they’d both read. We discussed how the town had really changed no; or rather extended its boundaries for some miles along the coast.
They’d also read patsy Langley’s book The Highgate Vampire Casebook and it was this that had really caused his old address to be exposed. (An ex-friend of their’s had given the address out for postage purposes and then tried to deny that he had given this address to patsy, the book’s author)..
But they both expressed great interest in my own book which went into great detail about the Highgate case. Kev explained that he knew most of the early history anyway, although I was surprised to learn that this went back to the early 1970’s when he was working as a life guard at Hornsey Road Baths in Holloway. He knew somebody else involved in the case at that time and before long he produced a load of photographs (most in black and white) which showed people whom I immediately recognised.
We talked for most of the afternoon and he was not in the least offended when I twice went outside for need of a cigarette.
I was intrigued by his detailed knowledge of the Highgate case (and other escapades that surrounded it) and said he had kept all the letters and emails he had kept in relation to this.
I will not detail all this information here in a relatively short Blog, as I would first like to take in some of the implications.
But I did explain my own part in this, and of how this had been totally distorted by some area’s of the Press – or more precisely, some people trying to manipulate some area’s of the Press.
Kev ran me back about 7 although before I left I invited both of them to come over to my flat one afternoon to meet Patsy and her fiancé. Patsy had already agreed to the idea and I said it was just a question of arranging a date. So that will be another meeting for the near future.
And then, of course, I have to meet Della again about the Highgate saga. But I wouldn’t imagine much will happen until after the Christmas period now. Everything has virtually shut down for this coming week.
But it was another eventful day. Thanks again Bev and Kev.
Well, as its Christmas (or close to) here is a ‘ghost extract’ from my new book due for publication in April. It involves an investigation into the atmospheric ruins of Netley Abbey said to be haunted by a phantom monk. I was there with my second wife, Colette, in 1985 and this is basically what happened on our trip. But its really self-explanatory . .
The Ghost of Netley Abbey
BUT WHILE interest in the Highgate ‘vampire’ was spreading to the extent of being exploited in such countries as France and America (an interest which, I was well aware, I had inadvertently started, although by this time it seemed to have taken on its own momentum, helped considerably by my Old Bailey trial), there were still many other cases of reported psychic happenings coming into the Society, which had either been set down for official investigation or simply held a personal interest or fascination.
One of these involved Netley Abbey, an old Cistercian abbey that lay on the outskirts of Southampton Water, and the figure of a phantom monk had been constantly reported.
Colette and I decided to visit the ruins and speak to local people in the hope of gaining more precise information. We also intended to camp out in the ruin, should the monk perhaps decide to make an appearance.
We had already made previous enquiries about the ghostly monk, so when we eventually set off we had a fairly good idea about the Abbey’s legends and history.
It was laid in 1239 by Henry Ш and was a thriving religious community until its dissolution in 1536, and said to house a secretly buried treasure guarded jealously by the ghost of a ‘hooded monk’.
Nothing much seemed to be known about the origins of this phantom figure (known by some as ‘Blind Peter’), although he had been witnessed on many occasions over the years around full moon; both in the grounds and sometimes hovering menacingly at the Abbey sacristy (the place where sacred vessels and vestments were once kept). But apparently the monk also chose to manifest itself by means of a ‘hostile presence’; presumably as a warning to anyone foolish enough to wander into the Abbey ruins by night. To this end, the ghost was well known but – as in the case of many psychic manifestations – accounts and descriptions of its appearances varied.
One legend I came across certainly put a sinister slant on the Abbey’s past history. It told of a ‘secret chamber’ or vault where the treasure lay concealed, and also where a ‘renegade nun’ had been bricked up alive.
Then there was the Poet and Romantic, Thomas Gray, who visited the Abbey in 1764, and was told by the Ferryman conveying him across Southampton Water one day that he . . . “would not for all the world” go near the Abbey at night for . . . “there were things seen near it” and .. . “a power of money was buried there.”
It should perhaps be remembered that at this time the Abbey had been standing derelict for over 200 years, and was situated in the midst of dense woodland, so from the point of view of stimulating the imagination it must have looked an eerie sight indeed.
In fact, by this time, I had acquired an old etching of the Abbey from around this time, and the whole ruin was encased beneath thick ivy, its stone walls scarcely visible beneath the stems of its merciless predator.
It was a hot June day when we arrived at Netley Abbey. A few people wandered nonchanantly around the grounds, and I was surprised to see how well kept these were. The grass had all been neatly cut and even trimmed at the edges where it met the tall ruin walls. Sunlight bathed the ruin, while a gentle breeze brought the fragrance of burning pine wood from somewhere out of sight nearby. We sat on a bench eating the last of some packaged sandwiches; Colette obviously pleased at the chance to relax after a fairly long drive. Several swifts were flying high up, disappearing into crevices in the walls, and I guessed they were feeding their young in secluded nests. It was pleasant just sitting there in the warm sunshine, and almost impossible to imagine any sinister atmosphere in the place – even by night. The sunlight dissipated such thoughts but darkness, I realised, could give its own impressions, and bring nocturnal sounds and shadows that sometimes seemed to ‘come alive’ at night.
We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the Abbey ruins, although it was all fairly open inside with no secluded rooms or alcoves. Unlike many major Abbeys destroyed during the Dissolution (as Netley had been) most of the exterior walls were basically intact, and it was easier to visualise it as a place where communities of monks lived and worshipped.
That evening, we parked the van near the Abbey and took directions for a place to eat.
It was a local pub and before long we had got into conversation with an elderly gent sitting opposite at the table. By coincidence, a large framed watercolour hung over an old stone fireplace, which provided an excellent opportunity to eventually ask about its history.
The painting dated back to the mid 1930’s and was by a local artist. The structure of the Abbey had changed little. Although the grounds were much more over-grown then, mature trees – long since disappeared – virtually hiding the structure, giving it an almost sinister appearance.
We got to talking and learned his name was Steve, and he was a long term resident of Netley itself; in fact, he said, most of his life had been spent in the village. Netley town proper hadn’t changed much over the years, he emphasised, although in recent times, mainly since the 1960’s, a few town houses had sprung up around its circumference. He had lived in the town wife and two children, but his wife was now dead and his children had since moved away and were now married. But they still visited regularly when time would permit, and in this respect, he still had an ‘estranged family’.
On the subject of the Abbey itself, he was fairly vague, other than confirming it had a reputation of being haunted by a ghostly monk.
He said his wife had seen something back in the late 1950’s while she was walking their dog near the grounds one night, a ‘black figure’ in the distance, which had disappeared after moving slowly across the grass. The dog whined continuously until she walked it away, but she never had been able to explain its abrupt disappearance; indeed, she avoided the grounds from then on at night when walking the dog.
Time had slipped by unnoticed, and when we were ready to leave the pub, we bade Steve goodbye and set off back towards the van.
It was a clear night, and the moonlight became even more visible as we left the street lights and approached the Abbey. We decided to spend at least an hour or two inside the grounds before settling down to some well-deserved sleep. It was quiet when we approached the Abbey boundary and, once inside, the sun-lit stones of the ruin seemed to have changed into dark out-lines silhouetted only by the night sky, which seemed to absorb the ruin into its eerie darkness.
We sat on a rough stone bench near the central ruin, and there was an uncanny silence away from any activity in the small town. It was just silent; not even a sound to suggest we were less than a kilometre from the dying life of the town.
A fox ran across the distant grass, obviously unaware of the two figures sitting silently – just waiting.
It was quiet, almost too quiet; just a strange tranquillity which took the place of material sound.
Then suddenly, and unexpectedly, a distinct shadow moved across the ground in the moonlight; this moved with precise precision across the ground, like some ‘living figure’ with nothing to display its source of origin. It disappeared by a wall some twenty yards or so distant, but there was nothing to identify its shape, other than it resembled some ‘elongulated man’. That was all: a silent shadow that moved across the lawn, although with nothing to show its exact causation.
We waited in further expectation for an hour or more – almost expecting ‘it’ to return, but nothing else occurred and so, more than a little tired from the long day, we decided to get some sleep in the comparative comfort of the van . . .
Next day we familiarised ourselves a little with Netley town and returned to the Abbey around lunchtime. It was almost deserted, except for three workmen who were making a repair to one of the walls. They appeared to be cementing a small crevice where a couple of the stones had come loose. We decided to approach them as there seemed more likelihood of getting relevant information from ‘on the ground’ maintenance staff. One of the men (who we later learned was in charge) was exceptionally helpful and not in the least ‘off-put’ when we introduced the subject of ‘ghosts’.
Mr John Morrison, who lived in Southampton, told us that he had worked for English Heritage (the Trust who owned the Abbey) for several years and that his work often took him to other Trust sites in the area. He was only too pleased to talk about the Abbey’s past history.
He confirmed the story about the ghostly hooded monk and how it supposed guarded the secretly buried treasure, but went on to explain how there was an old curse in existence, that would befall anyone trying to locate this or who might be similarly inclined to disturb the Abbey ruins.
Someone who seemingly chose this ‘portent of doom’, he said, was a certain Victorian land developer called Walter Taylor, who bought the land rights to Netley and proceeded with the demolition of the Abbey on the promise of a handsome profit. Taylor abandoned the project prematurely, however, when one of his workmen was critically injured by a piece of falling masonry which lodged itself precariously close to his brain. He died under surgery but there was little doubt to all concerned that his death was to the Abbey’s ‘deadly curse’.
Yet more recently, he said, events had occurred that would appear to confirm the presence of some lurking ‘sinister force’ in the confines of the Abbey ruins.
In 1981 two people, who had cause to camp out in the ruins with their dog, were awoken in the early hours by some ‘sinister force’ that drastically reduced the temperature, and appeared to be lingering around their tent. The dog growled incessantly and, when enticed to seek out the unwanted visitor, made a hasty retreat.
A similar experience befell two nuns who had occasion to visit the Abbey around this period – in this instance by day. Both sensed what appeared to be a ‘distinct presence’ in the vicinity of the sacristy, and the area turned unaccountably cold. Again the presence seemed decidedly hostile.
We thanked John Morrison for these exclusive accounts, and exchanged addresses after he had kindly given permission for these to be published.
There was obviously no ‘material proof’ readily available to confirm these experiences, but if nothing else, it provided some proof that the ghostly monk of Netley Abbey (or ghostly ‘something’ said to haunt the ruins) was still decidedly active.
But yet more new information about this supernatural entity was still to be forthcoming, and before leaving Netley, we were put in touch with a lady who actually claimed to have encountered the ghostly monk in person.
Mrs. Anna Neil, who lived in Netley, told us that one Summer’s day in 1970 she had gone into the grounds of Abbey House (just adjacent to the Abbey) with a friend to conduct a dowsing experiment.
After a while, the dowsing stick reacted violently and followed a given course for several yards. Ahead, Mrs. Neal saw the tall lean figure of a monk dressed in a brown cloak with loose-fitting hood that shaded the face.
The figure beckoned twice using its right hand with a slow and deliberate movement, then pointed in the direction of the Abbey.
Mrs. Neal was unable to tell exactly this confrontation lasted; it seemed like several minutes but she later recalled it was probably in the region of fifteen to twenty seconds. What she did recall vividly is that throughout the duration of her experience it seemed that she’d become ‘entrapped’ in some other dimension, where time and tenable reality ceased to matter.
Interestingly enough. Mrs. Neal did not pick up any sense of evil from the figure; rather, that it was trying to convey some message about the Abbey. Her friend, whilst not seeing the figure herself, did sense the ‘potent atmosphere’.
Back in London, I typed up all my notes on the Netley file while events and impressions were still fresh. It had been an interesting few days, and I felt we had managed to accumulate quite a lot of new information.
All these stories and sightings, of course, could well have comprised of a mixture of imagination based upon known legend and superstition; but it was hard to doubt that some common cause – whether supernatural or otherwise – had not given rise to them.
It may have been that the existence of the Abbey’s hidden treasure could have been a feasible possibility; at least, that the Abbey’s accumulated wealth had been hidden or disposed of rapidly at the time of the Dissolution; despite the fact that the Abbey declared its total revenue in its final year to be less than £100. This was still quite a considerable sum of money in those days but they would have had to declare some revenue to avoid imprisonment and possible torture. If the amount was really far greater than this, it would have been quite understandable that the ecclesiastical hierarchy would not have wanted this to fall into the greedy hands of King Henry νш .
But hidden treasure aside, it remained a fact that for over 200 years Netley Abbey had had its fair share of legends and ghostly tales, maybe some of which could have actually given some credence to the ‘hooded monk’s’ authenticity . . .
Had an important visitor who wanted to interview me about the Highgate case yesterday afternoon. It was still pretty atrocious outside, slushy snow on the pavements and piled up along the kerbs But she got a taxi from Highgate station so wasn’t really inconvenienced.
She was a very attractive lady aged about 30 with intent brown eyes, and dark hair that flowed down her back. I offered her tea before we spoke about the case she had come to question me about and she politely accepted. I think she silently welcomed the chance to take in her surroundings before we spoke. I’d already apologised in advanced for all the clutter, so I didn’t feel too guilty about that. Her name was Della, and when I came back into the room again with the tea, she asked if I’d mind her having a closer look at my framed book covers that lined the walls…She said she’d already obtained a few of my books from Amazon, but there were a few there that she hadn’t seen. She later notes of the titles of these and the ISBN’s.
Then we started to discuss the whole Highgate saga, and I was quite surprised about how much she already knew about it But it wasn’t just the usual general stuff, as she started with events form 1968. I knew she’d been touch with certain people, also that she’d read my autobiography of 2009 – she’d already confirmed that on the phone – but many of the events she alluded to had never been made public. There were names that she came up with, for example – like PL and GS – that I had never made public. But I nevertheless knew who these ‘people’ were, and could confirm their alleged involvment in things.
She also mentioned some domestic situations from the time that had apparently captured her interest, although she was surprised – although not disbelieving – of my explanations. She observed that I knew a lot more about things intrinsically than she been led to believe. And we hadn’t even got onto the Highgate ‘vampire’ by then!
But we did eventually, and she listened sympathetically when she realised things were not quite as they had been portrayed by some others claiming to have had an interest in that case. This led her to remark at one stage . . . “It seems people have a great deal more interest in you personally than they do in any vampires”! We spoke for about three hours but which time it had become dark. But the snow was still there and it was cold outside. She asked me if I had a local taxi number so she could back to Highgate where she could easily get the tube back to her part of London She asked whether it would be possible to meet again once the weather improved as she expected she’d have more questions by then..
I must admit to being slightly unnerved by this initially, a rare experience for me after all these years of being asked questions about the public aspects of the case! But the information which Della felt able to share with me only served to reassure me of her sincerity, and of her first hand knowledge of certain matters which we discussed. Somehow, I felt that our meeting had been almost ‘fated’. So I will meet her again. Quite apart from this, I liked her. And that alone was reason enough
I gave her some books but refused her insistence to pay. I was just happy that she’d be able to verify facts now and not just have to rely on my word as the only ‘back up’ as proof of what I’d told her. That meant far more to me than any money.
Its been quite an eventful day in some respects – uneventful in others. The uneventful part was I was supposed to pick up some important items from south of the river at lunchtime, but the weather prevented me. Its all I could do to get up the road to the shops on all the slippery snow. But I managed it somehow. Had no choice really was out of a few essentials like tea, sugar and milk and . . . well some other things as well, including some cigarettes. Anyway, I made it though it took about half and hour to dry out.
Then K called which was nice as I hadn’t heard from her for a few days, I got fussed over as usual, but I don’t mind as I know she means well. She said she’d definitely get over one day after Christmas and we could catch up. I told her that the book was almost finished and she surprised me by suggesting I put another short extract on my Blog for Christmas. I say ‘surprised me’ as she’s always been a bit wary of me ‘giving too much away’ and always insisted that I check with her first for her opinion I always have in the past and her advice about my writing has always been invaluable. I am not talking about style or grammar, but about actual content. For she knows some things have been difficult to write (about A for example) but she’s always been able to advise me. She seems to know what I should not say, but, at the same time, what I ought to include. She never helps me with any paranormal stuff; its just highly personal things.. She knows I have a basic tendency to avoid hurting other people, so that never provides a problem. She trusts me with that. But some things can go very deep, and that’s where I found her advice invaluable. But to hear her suggest a readers ‘Christmas treat’ was quite uplifting. Its probably because she knows the book is virtually finished, and I’ll be able to say this with any extract.
It was also perhaps rather ‘fated timing’, as I had already decided to sort some chapters out tonight and match them to their files; which in fact, I have been doing.
I was expecting somebody else later on in the afternoon and she came on schedule. That meeting was also fated in its own way, in fact, it turned out to be quite extraordinary. We spoke for almost three hours before I eventually phoned her a taxi. I think that really needs a Blog on its own though but I just have to check to see if she minds me mentioning her name, rather than having it sound ‘anonymous’. I can’t predict a problem provided that I don’t break any confidentially – but I never do that in any event. But I just want to phone and ask her out of courtesy, as that meeting was very important in its own right. So I will do, and hopefully I can do it tomorrow.
As a matter of fact, I’ve just seen a part of the book that might make an interesting extract. So I shall be doing that as well in the next couple of days. Christmas Eve seems an appropriate time. After all, the bit I found is rather ‘ghosty’. (Why ghosts are always associated with Christmas, I just don’t know: unless it has something to do with Charles Dickens!).
Well, a glass of wine now, and then back to work Actually looking back through written stuff is quite enjoyable. But it helps when you know that you’ve written it!
Its snowing heavily, and its cold; so to cheer everyone up I thought I’d post up a summer picture and talk about things less cold. Its from 2004 and follows a story in the Ham and High about a vampire Talk and slide show being held at Swiss Cottage Library. I had been invited along as a ‘guest of honour’!
It was a beautiful day, and was scheduled for lunchtime to last a couple of hours. It was mainly about the origins of the vampire myth and the apparent craze with these following the launch of the Buffy series a couple years earlier. It was an entertaining two hours, and I was introduced to a lot of the other guests; though I feared I disappointed a few by having to say that, personally, I just could not accept the existence of ‘blood-sucking vampires’. That said, they were all a nice bunch of people and afterwards a few of us gathered in the Library garden for sandwiches and some beers. It was on a Saturday and so quite a few people were there.
Anyway, just thought it would make a change for the ‘winter-wonderland’ you can see out of the window at the moment.
Patsy’s Book The Highgate Vampire Casebook is now in print again, and is available from Amazon as from next week. I can also send a copy to anybody who wants one. Just let me know here. The first edition of her book quickly sold out on Amazon but oreders were still coming in fast so we had to reprint to meet demand. That has now been done. Her book has a new cover now and there is a photograph of Patsy inside the jacket (see above).
Well that’s the main reason for this Blog; just to let you all know. I will be seeing Patsy and her fiance soon and I understand she may well want to post something up here herself about it. Well you are most welcome Patsy. Then the comment would be first hand, as opposed to coming from myself. But I do try!
It’s a bit warmer now thank the good Lord. Hope it doesn’t get cold again, which its supposed to. The only good thing about it is, if it does, it’s a good excuse to have a warming whisky. Not that I ever need any excuse.
I’ve just been requested to write about some of the Talks I’ve given. Seems to have taken ages, but then I’ve given a lot of Talks. Some pay better than others, but I really don’t care about the money, as long as they pay my basic expenses and I’m not out of pocket. They usually feed you well anyway, and I’ve met some interesting people at them . . . dare I say . . . some have even come to listen to me!
I have chosen this one to reference briefly here; mainly because I have a convenient picture of it. It was my Weird Weekend Talk in 2005 run by Crypto-zoologist (yes I KNOW, I may have spelt that wrong, but I can’t be bothered to look it up!) Jon Downes. I was highly honoured to have been invited to the very first one in 2000, and it was there that I met author and psychic researcher (and ex-police detective!) Mike Hallowell. That was held in an ‘off-duty’ Church Hall but by 2005, Weird Weekend had come a long way and we were accommodated in the rooms of a very comfortable country pub. I believe it was at the 2005 Talk, that I met author Matt Salusbury; but don’t take my word for that, it could have been somewhere else.
Anyway, I was interviewed by Gareth J. Medway who I remember raised a laugh by asking why I always had my (then) secretary sitting on my knee in a mini skirt! Actually Gareth, that wasn’t that funny – you put me in a very embarrassing position (and remember, I was still going out with her then!).
Anyway, I’ve got to write some of these Talks up for yet another project which I’ve agreed to. Just hope you can see me in the photo as I hidden at the back (well at the front really, as the pic. was taken from the back) by the fire-place.
So, I’d better get on with it or never get finished For the moment,
Its still cold, which has been restricting me a little, but I’ve still managed to get quite a lot done. The new DVD is out now; cost is £13, running time 1 hr 10 minutes. Anybody here wants a copy, just leave up a post here marking it private and giving a postal address. Obviously I won’t release this publicly.
Patsy’s new book will be out for Christmas, so the same goes for that if anybody wants a copy. That is her “Highgate Vampire Casebook files” one.
I met my friend Jackie with her friend Julie on Monday evening. We had a long talk about the Highgate case and other things and they kindly brought me a bottle of wine (which needles to say is gone now!).
I’ve also been getting some private correspondence about the person calling themselves “Genevieve” who has now apparently taken to calling himself something else. Never gives up does he? Must think people are really stupid!
By the way Matt, while I remember, I posted your DVD earlier. Please let me know what you think Genuine opinions are always welcome!
More news on the main filming as well, which is not far off finished now. Might have to do one more interview to ‘fill in bits’ but that’s easy.
Who have I forgotten. Yes Della. Yes, it really would be nice if we could meet one day. I wont say anymore here, but the answer id a definite ‘yes’. But we can always arrange that in private.
Now, there’s not really any other news at the moment. At least not anyway which maybe a little boring!
So I’ll leave you with this everyone and post soon,
Well did I get a surprise a little earlier, and a nice one in the midst of all this miserable snow.
Had quite a long call from Bev to confirm Kev and her got the new DVD this morning. She said they are going to watch it tonight. (Its 1hr 1hr. 10 mins. long).
Anyway she said she and Kev would be moving before Christmas and its not at all far from here. Kev was there but she said she wouldn’t put him on the phone because of his hearing problem.
Well. Then came the surprise. She said if I wasn’t doing anything, they’d be very happy for me to go for Christmas dinner. She said they were both ‘health nuts’ and it would be organic wine and food, and Kev had a load of past memories to share with me . . . photo’s, letters and emails going back some 35 years and all the emails were on a memory stick. (I wasn’t sure what a ‘memory stick’ was, but I didn’t like to ask as Kev told me before she was somewhat of an expert on a computer: oh all right then . . . I didn’t want to make myself look stupid!).
Kev said he had heaps to show me and thought that Xmas would be a good time. He said he would gladly come over and pick me up and run me back again.
Well, I was a bit embarrassed as I don’t know them that well, but I agreed to go over, especially when she said only her and Kev would be there. That really decided me as I might have otherwise have been embarrassed with people I didn’t know. So it seems that that’s my Christmas day taken care of. And at least it’s a genuine invitation, unlike that other one I had!
That’s about the only news really, but I thought it significant enough to do a short Blog about it.
I have to say it did hurt me a little to write the last one, but being personal, I can’t say much more about that. Life can be strange sometimes and sometimes it never works out as you expected it to!
Anyway, that’s really it for now but I’ll keep your all updated. For the moment,