Wednesday 12th January 2022

 I was on the bus yesterday at the top of Festival Avenue, and some teenagers threw stones at the bus as it was going down the hill. The bus stopped and the driver got out but the cowards had fled, they threw more stones as we went by the bungalows on Gainsborough Close. The driver shouted that he'd got them on camera, I hope he has.

I saw them that morning looking shifty and ignored them. I had to get a parcel from the post office that evening, so I waited at the stop along Rawlence Road; otherwise, I would have been waiting for the bus with them idiots! 

Things happen for a reason, I was going to get the parcel the next day but had a strong urge I needed to get it that evening.

Aunt Joan rang dad just before dinner, watched a film about the Santa Fey trail. Helped mum dry up, then she rang aunt Joan who wasn't in; aunt Joan then rang mum.

They can't do anything more for Elizabeth, so they are sending her home. We must be cursed, mum says losing the eldest daughter must run in the family. Liz reminds me of aunt Maria, cancer got her as well.

One day (apart from Karl and Alan) I'm going to be left on my own. I still want to move to Devon, can't believe some members of my family are dying off. 

I don't think it's sunk in that Liz could die, she's still my friend. We've had our moments but I will always respect her how she's helped me with Karl.

Have carers cafe tomorrow at St Thomas church, see what happens.