Another v interesting day!!! Went shopping for general maintenance supplies (shampoo, conditioner etc.), and who should I spy with my little eye but Mr and Mrs Hendley’s only daughter with the youngest son of Mr and Mrs Cabot! They were coming out of the record shop near the tube. They weren’t holding hands, but they were walking V CLOSE!!! I really am a creature of impulse, because I suddenly decided to follow them. They strolled along just looking in windows for a bit, and then they went into Woolies, Agent Bandry right behind them. Woolies was crowded and it wasn’t easy to keep them in sight and stay out of sight at the same time. I was sidling past the kitchen stuff when I realized Flynn and Catriona weren’t the only ones being followed!!! I was being closely observed by a youngish man in a Nike sweatshirt. I dived down the sweets aisle, and he popped up at the other end. I knew instantly that it wasn’t lust or anything like that, though. He had undercover security guard written all over him. The last thing I wanted was to follow in the footsteps of Jocelyn Bandry and get accused of shoplifting. Especially with the Hendley about (spreading sensational news stories is in her blood after all). I suppose I could simply have left, but I didn’t think of that until later. Instead I was attacked by genius once again! I went straight to the manager and told him a pervert was following me around the store. Naturally, the manager didn’t want to admit that it was the store detective, so we got into a v intense discussion. Perhaps acting is my real calling, because I definitely got into my role of Victimized and Innocent Young Woman Alone. The manager finally offered me a five-pound gift voucher to appease me, which I generously accepted. The downside was that by the time I returned to my quarry they were gone. Decided to save the voucher for Nan’s birthday.
Came home to find the female parent IN MY ROOM! She was lying on my bed! I was highly indignant, I can tell you. Not only was this a MAJOR breach of my privacy, but her eyes were all red and she was sniffling like she was coming down with something. She’d better not be infecting me with her germs. She said she was taking a break from Nan, but I know her better than that. She knows I got a diary for the winter solstice, and she probably wants to read what I say about her (though I can’t imagine why, since even SHE must realize it isn’t going to be good!). Time for a move!
Sigmund and Nan had an argument tonight. For a change! This one was about war as a method of settling differences. Sigmund doesn’t think it’s what Jesus would do. Nan said the Bible said an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Sigmund said it also said turn the other cheek. Nan stomped off muttering that the Word of God is the Word of God and Sigmund shouted after her, “Even when It contradicts Itself?” The Mad Cow told him if he didn’t stop winding Nan up she was going to kill the two of them. I know she was only kidding, but Disha’s words from the other day came back to haunt me and I stared at her for a few seconds like I’d never seen her before. Maybe D’s right and EVERYBODY – even my mother – has an inner, secret self. Maybe, deep down in her inner, secret self, Jocelyn Bandry (primary school teacher and graduate of the St John Ambulance first aid course) really would kill someone. People do, don’t they? You see it on the news all the time. The neighbours are always well shocked. Usually it’s a man slaughtering his wife and children, but it could go the other way, couldn’t it? And even if the MC’s not a serial killer waiting to happen, lots of housewives go into prostitution for extra money (this is well documented in films and TV programmes). And there was this suburban wife and mother in America who it turned out was wanted by the FBI for being a terrorist in her youth. I know none of these seem likely for my mother, but it did make me think. I must’ve got lost in my thoughts because she suddenly started shrieking, “And what are you looking at?” So I said I was just wondering if she really had the potential to murder someone and she said not to provoke her. I beat a hasty retreat, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how you never REALLY KNOW ANYONE. It’s all through literature and history. Betrayal. Treachery. Deception. It’s even in comic books and films, for God’s sake! After a while, though, I got really tired and depressed thinking about all this so I went and watched telly with Nan for a while, but her soap was pretty RIFE with betrayal and deception too (who knew the Dark Phase was going to be THIS dark?!!), so I rang Disha. D says Shakespeare was totally obsessed with treachery, betrayal and deception. She says it just proves we really are probing the DEPTHS of human experience. She says now she TOTALLY understands that poem about ignorance being bliss. And I said our Souls must be even Deeper and More Creative than we thought. D agreed. Now I feel oddly at Peace. I reckon we’ve reached another spiritual plateau!!!