My Mum's boyfriend, Martin, died this week after a series of heart attacks starting last week. I got a call from one of his friends letting me know after the first one and I drove to London to be close to him. Silly old sod was laughing and joking to the end. I didn't know he had a weak heart and didn't realise he was in his early 70's! I thought he was 10 years younger than that! I should feel upset but he went so gently and, as far as anything can be, expectedly that I don't.

It sounds horrible but I think I’m used to death. Mum was killed in a car accident when I was in my late teens, Dad died of a heart attack almost four years ago and I’ve lost two biker friends in accidents in the last five years.

Mandy has been brilliant throughout. She took some time off work and stayed with me at Martin’s place. In fact she took so much time off without enough notice that she got a written warning and told them to stuff their job but that’s another story. I think I might be in love with the girl. Or I have wind. Not sure yet.

Lucy
Listening to The Beatles at the moment. Martin’s favorite band, especially the song Norwegian Wood.