I try to put the house in some sort of order but, in truth, it doesn’t take much effort. We three, Ray, John and I, have made very little mess over the past months, with the kitchen barely being used.
I iron copious amounts of shirts for the two men, who intend to dress formally each day of the trial. They will get through an awful lot of shirts if the trial lasts up to three weeks! There is food for Kerry, should she wish to eat when she arrives tonight. All that remains now is for me to lay out my own outfit for tomorrow, take a bath and try to sort out my hair, which is becoming more unruly with every day that passes!
There’s a brief visit from the police and Ronnie is with us at the time. More reassurances that the evidence is so overwhelming that it cannot but go well. Are we convinced? No, but we must put our trust in these people. Afterwards, I realise that we have asked them nothing at all, so scared are we of tomorrow’s ordeal.
Kerry is with us in the evening, very tired following her 260-mile drive. She too has had to cook, bake and freeze for her family, so they can survive while she is away. Initially, she will be here for one week and after that we shall have to see what can be arranged. Nobody has a lot to say tonight and we are all in bed at a reasonable hour. Tomorrow is going to be a tough, tough day.