Continuing to read the true story, "For The Love of Julie", by Ann Ming, I am finding it rivetting. Almost ashamed of being so enthralled by such a tragic story of a daughter being murdered, but the incompetence of the (UK) police, in the first instance, for not being able to find the poor girl's body that was almost 'under their noses' while maintaining the line that she probably 'just ran away', was enough to keep me wanting to read more. Then the incomprehensible horror of the mother finding the body, folllowed by the debacle causing the abandonment of the first court case, after the perpetrator of the crime was (quite easily) found, makes you want to now more. Court case declared null & void owing to neglect of 'those in charge' to inform the jury that they had to appoint a foreman - and that their decision had to be unanimous. Nothing was done according to law; some of the jurors slept through most of the trial and a re-trial had to be set. It's hard to put the book down and I am hoping that it is the intrigue of the tale and the fact that I wish to see "justice done'' that is making me read with such eagerness.
On a totally different tack: The house-selling saga that is ours has not progressed. Had an email three days ago, via Estate Agent web-site, asking if a person could come and "inspect the property". We replied via both email and phone message, but heard not a word in reply. What was that all about? Who bloody knows? (No one, except the idiot who sent the email, I suppose).
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