‘Protest is when I say this does not please me. Resistance is when I ensure what does not
please me occurs no more.’
Ulrike Meinhof (attrib.)
We tried protest. Now it is time for resistance. Time for action. The plan is coming together in my mind. At first, it seemed like a mad dream but now it seems eminently possible. I can see a way to achieve it. Everything is falling into place, like it has been preordained. They’ve gone to France. No idea when they are coming back. So I have the house to myself and can do exactly as I like. I can sleep all day, if I want to. Stay out all night. Go away without telling anybody where I’m going, without having to explain. I hate explaining. I can eat what I like, or not eat anything if I don’t want. Drink as much as I like and what I like. I’ve already started on the Moet.
I’ve got plenty of cash. She’s left me £300 guilt money and Trevor’s given me my very own credit card. He gave it to me on the quiet, imagining a public announcement wouldn’t go down too well. He imagined right there. She’d go apeshit. But she’s not going to know.
‘Our little secret.’
I will put this card to very good use.
‘I know I’m not your real dad,’ he says, but I think he wishes he was. He likes to spoil me. When we are out together, he looks proud, like he wants people to think that I belong to him. And he buys me things; he likes to spend ‘just us’ time without her. I make sure the things he buys are expensive, very expensive, and that the things we do together are things that I want to do.
He’s taught me to drive and he’s bought me a car, so I have independence. He’s also into shooting and he’s taught me. Useful things to know.
Back to the matter in hand:
PRAXIS
An interesting word.
Praxis: the process by which a theory, lesson, or skill is enacted or practised, embodied and/or realised.
I interpret this to mean that I need an expert, someone who has the skill to put theory into practice. I’ve got just the guy.