My cousin Gerry who I’m staying with took a heart attack today. This was not part of the plan. I went up to see him last night and he was in fine fettle, considering. He’s gonna pull through but I’m hoping he’s going to be alright when he’s out the hospital. He’s worried about money and things. (“I can’t afford to be off sick”) I’m thinking his work will be very understanding. His boss told him not to worry about wages.

I’m remembered of my brothers predicament in London when he was knocked down and dragged along the street by a big fuck off van. His employers said the same and then reneged in the cold light of day.

We’ll see anyway.