I have been gainfully employed this past week, not a lot but just enough. On Friday evening I went to bed and did not sleep a wink all night. Obviously not tired enough. Saturday I spent some time in the bedroom before trotting downstairs for breakfast at 10.15. I spent much of the afternoon fending off admirers! I sat at my computer for hours writing emails and comments, checking my bank accounts and doing some searching on the Internet. E had gone to her monthly meeting with her friends and fellow compers and I felt somewhat at a loose end and had I not been on the computer I should have gone bonkers! I went to the pub on Friday afternoon for a late lunch but being a good girl didn’t stay too long this time. I was back home around 7pm I think. I had a very small job to do in the morning and then I went to the supplier to buy some electrical goods for my van stock. I was sorting it all out in my garage back home when I received a call on my mobile. It was a woman police officer who asked if I wouldn’t mind answering a few questions about Margaret, one of the women here who were murdered a month or so ago. I knew her quite well and she had been a customer of mine. We often sat and chatted together. I told the police officer that I was at home and she could call anytime in the afternoon. It was around 12.30 then I think. She dropped by a half hour later and we chatted. She took a five-page statement from me which I duly signed and she asked if I would object to being present at court should the need arise. Well you know me and courtrooms having spent the first two weeks in January as a juror, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I said I would make myself available if necessary. I was a little surprised that the police hadn’t seen me earlier but I guess they’ve plenty to do. This meant a late lunch and I decided I didn’t want to cook it, hence the pub. Believe that and you’ll believe anything! Sunday was an average day with nothing going on to speak of except that I went to the pub in the evening. Today, Monday, well I’ve a little job or two to keep me occupied. I should retire and then go completely bonkers trying to fill my days.