That's what I'm trying to stick to.
You see, there has been huge amounts of drama since Friday - swathes of it. The police have visited the street on a regular basis and there have been lots of ladies (including me) standing with their arms folded during a low toned gossip. I've been very much on the edge of it. The police have not needed to even knock on my door. However there has been a lot of tension.
I could write all the juicy details. I've picked up plenty from the other neighbours and I've seen more. Part of me can't help but make a massive story out of things, shifting the focus to this and picking out the details of that for the best effect. If it was a story it would have been very satisfying. But it isn't a story. Some people have just gone through an incredibly tough time in their lives. Anyone who wants to find me can - I'm not very good at hiding. I can't air someone else's dirty linen.
On the other hand, it's been all drama. Bear hasn't been able to play football and I've stalled on the garden. We have had to have plans to get back into the house safely after school pick up and while bear was very keen to act very much the protector, it was hard on a nine year old.
So there's nothing really to say except I've finished the first sleeve on the jacket, started the second, I'm optimistic I'll finish in the next ten days and I go in for my very minor operation tomorrow.