There was no way that I was going back to a tent in this condition, so Ibooked into a hotel.Jen has come across to look after me and show me what to d.... I didn'tsign up for this. I want to go back to where I was a year ago. The bloodyconsultants are overjoyed that everything is working, sod them, they canall rot in hell.26th June 2013I am feeling like a human being again and I have just got back to thedig. We are recording everything and I am busy doing drawings. It hasbeen an amazing dig. We. Several short hoots, meaning "I am manoeuvring with difficulty", repeating.She then used my mobile to call the police, and ambulance, and to ring Jessica. Fortunately, the sound of the horn panicked our assailants who beat a retreat in (what else?) a battered white Ford Transit van. A witness got the number, but it wasn't much help as the van was found later that morning, abandoned in a supermarket car-park. We never did get to the bottom of that event; it could have been that the pimp had. Helen waved away his concern but couldn't hide a grimace that crossed her face. "Yeah. I mean no. I mean... I don't want to talk about it."Stacy sat naked on the woman's living room floor, trying to understand what was happening. Frank had said Helen was called away to surgery that would last long into the night... possibly into the morning. But it wasn't much past ten yet...Helen ran a hand through her hair. "You must be Stacy." Stacy nodded, wondering if the night had just ended. "I got to. I spent New Year's Eve at home sipping sherry with the family, not very exciting really, and it seemed to drag as all I could think of was Alan and how I wished we could have spent the evening together. After midnight we sang 'Auld Lang Syne' hugged and kissed one another and I went to bed where in the privacy of my room I could indulge in a beautiful masturbation thinking of him.The following day Emma was back and came to visit, although she promised to be lower key in mother's presence, I.