DAY -1 Waiting

And it really is about waiting. All the good things and the bad things. Having the time to make sure you’re ready - and time for confusion. Knowing what time we will leave in the morning, ironing shirts, checking where the court is and what time we’re expected. That’s where the problems start. Some think it’s the Magistrates’ Court, others think it’s the High Court - two distinct locations. A call to Captain Bartman, the investigating officer in charge of the case from the start, clarifies that we should be at the Magistrate’s Court for 9 am - where, rather confusingly, there is a single High Court which is where the case will be heard.

So now we’re sure where we need to be and for when. Not much, but it’s a start.

My father has been re-reading the statement he gave to the police when it all happened. It seems so scant, a reflection of how little he knows of what happened. Likewise Andy next door has a slim account of what he remembers - I saw it on his counter this morning, rather black and white amongst the everyday confusion of a lived-in kitchen.

So now we face tomorrow - not unlike any tomorrow in that we don’t know what will happen, but more so because we have really thought about it - and still don’t know.

The picture shows a Microlite over the sea mist on the beach at about 7am today.