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

a week later in Sussex, but my father had waited nearly a
year to get the chaos of the new house they had just
bought down there, sorted out, and especially the garden
done ‘Mum’s way’ and the conservatory built she had
wanted – before scattering her ashes as she wanted – on
top of Ditchling Beacon on the nearby South Downs. Also
obviously my lengthy stay in various mental hospitals had
precluded scattering the ashes till now, and my daughter
Jeni had apparently had some big problems too while I
was put away for so long. Now the close family of us two,
my father and sister, and my brother’s family of five, were
invited to an informal ceremony on top of the local beauty
spot high up in the South Downs, which they said has
magnificent views right across the Weald to the North
Downs, on Sunday 27 th July 2008. My sister picked up
first my daughter then myself the day before, and we
drove the Heathrow way round the M25 heading south, as
the tunnel way was extremely congested according to
Libby’s traffic report on her mobile phone. It was very hot
and humid, but the weather report for the next day, the
planned important morning of Sunday, was clear and
sunny, and indeed the weather could not have turned out
to be more perfect for such an important informal
occasion. We had a late lunch at 4pm at my father’s
house of meat, cheese, and salad, then a late supper at
8pm of “tart’s spaghetti”! In the meantime, and
afterwards, my father and Libby in particular finalised the
choice of a poem celebrating victory of love over death,
and a small selection of the many choice accolades that
had been received about Mum after she passed away.
Jeni got a lift to my brother’s house to stay the night as
there were not enough beds here. We had hardly seen
each other and spoken hardly at all since this time last
year – and Mum’s demise. She was talking now about
doing law, not medicine, even though law is a very dry
subject, if and when she goes to University. My father
woke me at the ungodly hour, for me, of 8am with some
tea, and like the previous night I went into the garden for
a smoke and coffee to wake up followed by breakfast. We
set off to the beacon by car along the north foot of the
South Downs, and climbed up the steep road to the
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