The scenes of the birthday party, before the fire, have exactly the atmosphere of eating, dancing and enjoyment of life that I hope to engender at Warland.
Howard is at death’s door? I joked with Chris that I’d contest the will; I won’t but I’ll get involved if Neil wants to get access to some of Mum’s legacy.
If Howard dies, I think a great weight will lift from me. I don’t wish him any ill or harm but there it is.
Off to Manchester now, to show the flat. Walking along the snowy canal bank to Walsden.