Curiouser and Curiouser

Hmmmmmmmmmmm I’m suspicious. Inasmuchas I saw Flavia yon Saturday in Woking, as agreed. Yet again, he wouldn’t allow me 30 seconds extra – arriving early, taking her on to the platform to have breakfast and then taking her back to the car!! Me, I was there at 10.38 again – went to the bank across the road to withdraw £20 (and thus have proof I was there – told you, suspicious mind). Then I went back to the wrong side of the station and waited for ‘em. Must have just missed them each time I crossed the tracks. Flavia and I had a thoroughly enjoyable 4 hours, and that’s when she told me Simon had said she could come and stay with us for a weekend. Hah! Quoth I. (Or something similar). He’s not going to let you do that! Flo coming to the house would show she wasn’t scared of Mark – blow Simon right out of the water. Anyway, moving on. Gave her back to him (at 3.57…maybe I should refuse to hand her over for another 3 minutes…something to think about). The Beeb lied about the weather. They said it would start raining about 3 pm – hah, it was raining when we got out of the cinema at 2! Flo didn’t have a coat, of course, but used mine. I caught my train, got out at my stop and, two minutes walk from the station the rain changed from rain to deluge. I kid you not. It was streaming down my face, my hair. Ugh. Of course I hadn’t taken an umbrella. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky when I left the house just after 10. It was just like being under a power shower. I was drenched. Got home, stripped (okay, peeled), showed Mark my purchases (candles and ground cloves) and dried off (yup, in that order…no wonder he sometimes doubts my sanity). I was watching the clock, wondering if we’d get a call from Simon. The reason being we’d met up with Mark. He wanted to go to the cinema (to see Eragon) and I had the card, so we agreed I’d give him the cash I’d withdrawn. However, we’d all gone, since it was obvious Flo wasn’t scared of him and, when Mark asked her, said she’d love to go to the cinema with him. Since her ability to keep secrets is on a par with my ability to win the lottery I was convinced that she’s tell Simon by the time they got back to Uckfield. Even though we’d both said that to tell him meant not seeing me again (ugly, but true). Sure enough, around 6.30 the ‘phone rang. Mark got it – a tactic we’ve developed. Yep, it was Simon. Not, however, to shout, scream and threat. Instead he said Flavia wants to come to us one weekend and he suggested the coming one. They were going to Exeter on Sunday, returning Friday so why don’t I collect her on Friday? I did a hasty recce on the computer and found I could be there by 6, so it’s all arranged. Question being, why? ‘We’ watched Doom last night and as I sat there, averting my gaze, I kept going over the question. Why. What’s going on in his head? What is his ‘angle’? If she comes here, won’t it blast his case of Flavia being too frightened to come to the house again? Or has Roger (his upstanding, moral solicitor) suggested he appear reasonable – maybe then they can claim that they tried yet again but Flavia had the screaming heebie-jeebies. Or maybe he’s trying to return to our agreement before he decided to stop me seeing or speaking to her again – but if that’s the case, why refuse to let me speak to her at Christmas? Not only that, but his Statement is due before the Court on Thursday - doesn't he want to be there to oversee any last minute changes and sign it??? Of course, there’s always the chance that he wants me to trail all the way to Uckfield, not turn up and then say I wasn’t there on Saturday. Sounds underhand, but he is. So, why did Simon telephone to say Flavia could come here next weekend? I am, as I said, suspicious.