NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

oken off his holiday in Crete and leaving his family there.
Shortly after that Mum had clearly lapsed into unconsciousness,
once the nurse gave her one injection and then administered
the slow injection of morphine etc. through a huge syringe.
Just before 7pm Helen and Rodney were waiting outside. There
was no point Jeni and I staying any further now that Mum had
been unconscious for ten minutes, so we went to catch the
Warren Street Tube back to Hertfordshire via Tottenham Hale
and the main line train, leaving Dad, Jem and Libby to stay the
night on the floor of Mum’s room, keeping vigil. Helen, Jeni
and Rodney got off at Cheshunt after a 20 minute break at the
tube station, where Jeni had a sandwich while we waited for the
train to Ware. Their car was parked at Cheshunt; I continued
on the train another few stops to Ware.
I was awoken at 10am the next day, Thursday, by my
daughter with some garbled but excited news. She had got her
GCSE results after going to her Presdales school in Ware, and
they were MUCH better than expected. She rattled off the
results so fast I could not take them in while still waking up,
but later gathered when my Father rang about them, that she
got all of four A grades, and an A* even, in English literature to
join A’s in English language, chemistry, biology, and business
studies. Then there were three B’s – and C grades in physics
and French, which I knew she did not like. Still she got ten
good grades, five of them excellent, at GCSE, I later learned
better than her cousin Karina, Jem’s daughter – excellent for
the daughter of divorced parents! More good news in the midst
of a tragedy with Mum came with Julie’s job interview in
Welwyn Garden City at 3.30pm. I welcomed her back coming
out of her car with the news that they had immediately offered
her 10 hours a week, and were very keen to raise this to 20
hours one-on-one work a week as soon as possible, followed by
full-time work. She had previously done several elapsed years
work in old people’s homes, and was very pleased at the offer
of one-on-one work. That same afternoon while she had been
at the interview I had sorted out a major electronic problem
with my submission with emails to and from Sophia magazine.
Then that evening the excitement was short-lived, when Dad
rang to say they had seen the Consultant that morning, and
she had said in her lengthy experience, Mum was in in the last
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