Friday, 27th.
Ordinary day. Boring. Though unlike him, when I get bored, I do not start painting smiley faces on the walls and shooting them. Yes, it would be quite fun, but when he did it, Mrs Hudson put an extra £30 on the rent. And I had to pay half! Even though I was the one who stopped it from becoming a large gaping hole that meant you could see all the way through. It's faded a lot now. It used to look quite cheerful, in a strange sort of way, but now it just stirrs up memories, mixes them all up. It looks quite spooky and alone.
Just a little update on the gangs down either end of the road. They no longer fight. One got ran over by an angry car driver on Wednesday, and they all declared it too dangerous to fight there any more. Instead, I've heard they send angry hate letters to each other. Not the way I would have gone, but hey, at least they aren't using physical violence.
The only thing that hasn't changed is his grave, I think. I went on Wednesday, and the gravestone was gleaming. The name stood out clear as day. Everytime I try to concentrate, it pops into my head. I was at yet another interview, just the other day, and it popped into my head. I couldn't focus, and I ended up with the same phrase of 'We'll ring if you're successful'. We all know I won't be successful. It's a waste of time, but Mrs Hudson's trying to get me back into the world. The big, lonely world. I prefer my small, lonely flat, personally.
One last note to end on. Whoever owns the blue Vauxhall Corsa across the road had better hurry up and move it. There are two fairly angry traffic wardens timing you. Going on guesses, you have about seven minutes to move it.
John.