Jack
Jack still won’t go to the doctor. High blood pressure isn’t something you take lightly, especially not in our line of work. He needs to take time of or … something. The case is over, he could go and sun himself on some beach somewhere for a while. Ah … who am I kidding? Jack Crawford never spent a day sitting down for more than twenty minutes in a row in his life. But he still has to go. Maybe I could get Abby to write out all the things that could go wrong with high blood pressure and give it to him. Then maybe he’ll listen to me.
Work's settled. It’s giving evidence next, wonderful. Maybe that’s the hard part though, going face to face for the last time with someone like that. But it’ll be over then I can get a break. Except for Jack harassing me to get back to the psychologist but if I forget about that it’ll be fine. He’ll get annoyed with me and move on to something else.
Josh now hasd email. I should be scared by this. He can reach me no matter what now though so we don’t miss talking on the phone. Have a distinct feeling that he’ll start emailing at ridiculous hours and expecting reply’s though. He say’s he’s going to email George, God help us all if those two end up in cahoots.
I’m still pissy about the quiz.
And we’re living of off takeaway’s again. If George’s Mom pops around we’re in deep trouble. Nothing in the fridge, takeaway boxes filling the bin. Mind you she might feed us so … (Yes, George, it is that bad. We need to do some shopping, baby.)