Have a Cuppa with Shirley (or Martin)
Mind the door, will you? Im trying to keep the damp out. Dreary day. We're all feeling a bit dull. If youve come to see Frank, you might as well sit down for a minute and have a cup of tea. Hes still in hospital. We were hoping hed be home by now, but he took a turn for the worse last week, and theyve kept him. It wont be for much longer though, I shouldnt think. Martin and I popped round to see him yesterday and he seemed himself again. Even talked about getting back to doing his tours. Its a shame, really, that he should be so off his head. Ive always had a soft spot for our Frank. Trouble is he has one himself as it were.
Emmas moving back into the house. That girl cant seem to live in one place for more than a month or two. Worse than the moles in Martins garden, she is, always stirring things up and leaving dirt wherever she goes. Says shes coming back to take care of Frank, though if you ask me shes probably upset the Reverend. Dont know how she plans to nurse Frank if shes spending every night keeping Johns bed warm. Not that Im supposed to know whats going on, but I wasnt born yesterday. Overheard her talking to the lad about book rights and publishers. Dont know what shes on about, but shes been gloating like a cat with a canary.
Been down to see my solicitor, I have. Had a bit of old business to tie up, you know, but its all tidied now. Otherwise things have been a bit dull around here. Mr. Tinsleys still fretting about that son of his. Fancy going off for weeks without telling your old Dad when youre coming back! His Lordship may be expecting me to be looking after him, but its not my job, is it? I bring him his tea and bickies like Ive always done, cook his meals, but Im too busy to be keeping him company. We do have the odd game of rummy of an evening, but he cheats something fierce. Takes the fun out of it really, doesn't it?
Off so soon? Well, all right then, I'll tell Frank you called in. Mind the door when you leave, there's a bit of a nip in the air.