Episode
Thanks so much for stopping by to check on Martin. It’s ever so nice of you. Well, the old boy is having a lie down. He’s a bit better today. Not too bad, really. Of course we don’t know any more than we did when he went back in hospital. The first tests came back and said he was pregnant, and they had to admit that they’d got things muddled up, though they were unwilling to let it go at first. So they ran some more tests, and said it would be at least a month before the results came back. Imagine that! Well, it’s the National Health Service, isn’t it? With all the cuts these last few years, they haven’t got any money. Just let the old ones go, that’s what they do. As bad as living in America, it is. Ann was telling me that there you get good care if you can pay for it. Well, I have a few pounds left. The other day I says to Martin, "we should go see a specialist." Martin won’t hear of it, says I’m worrying about nothing, but I can’t help it. He’s not right, not himself. John said he’d pay with money from his trust if we needed it. Such a help to us, he is.
Hasn’t had a very nice time of it lately, poor lad. Emma laid him low—don’t get me started on her. He’s better off without her—I believe he knows that himself—but he won’t hear a word said against her. Even now. She doesn’t deserve him. And now she’s run off to live with the Vicar. He’s playing with fire is our Reverend Banks. I’ll never understand it, but you can’t deny that she’s got a certain attraction about her.
Still, John will brighten up soon enough. They’re letting his Dad out of the nick next month. John visits him all the time, and they’ve become quite friendly. I always did like Jerry. Maybe his fingers are a bit sticky, but his heart’s in the right place.
Oh, there’s the kettle. You will stay for a cuppa, won’t you? Good, good. Did you know our Frank’s got a girlfriend?
