Wednesday 11 February 2015
It must be about 10:45 when I return from Cheerful Market and pass by Mrs PM’s house. Mrs PM is standing at the kerb, in the company of a man aged 30-plus; they are about to cross the street to the far pavement. Mrs PM looks very arthritic and rather stooped.
Who is the man? He is too young to be her son — but her son’s Merkur saloon is at the kerb on the far side of Acacia Grove, not opposite Mrs PM’s house but a little further along towards the crest. Could the man be a stepson of Mrs PM’s son?