My mum has been trying to contact me the past few days & yeah, I’ve been avoiding her. More just to remind her who’s in control than anything. Of course, after I told her I’d be buying my return ticket she’s been desperate to know the dates & times & everything else irrelevant to her. Why she phones over & over for days but never leaves a voice-mail I don’t know, but anyway, this morning she asked me, in a most cheerful & secure voice “Are you looking forward to coming home?“

Why does she set herself up for these things? I don’t want to upset her by saying “No” but goddamn it, use your loaf woman. Like she followed up with, I’m only coming back to Scotland because I have to. Otherwise, god knows how long it would be until I set foot on Scottish soil again. No doubt I’ll be asked again once I’m there, “Are you glad to be home” & that time, I will be honest. It’s about time we were all honest.

More predictable, she was fishing for details of my statement & whether it had “reached Scotland yet“.

I don’t know, the last I heard the detective was trying to reach Interpol but they never seem to answer the phone. She then tells me she spoke to the DC they’ve been dealing with & he was “Anxious, obviously, because he hasn’t heard anything“. Is he hell, I emailed him regarding my non-diary weeks ago & he didn’t bother to reply. Either way, it’s nice to know their in each others ear. Knowing what she’s like, he’s bound be sick of her for sure. And since I did request strict confidentiality between him & I, I surely hope he hasn’t given her what she’s looking for. But really, he told her he hadn’t heard or recieved anything so why the heck is she asking me the same thing? I wouldn’t put it past them to actually be wondering if I’ve even done it, just like they wondered if I’d actually been busting my ass 10 hours a day to get myself back here.

Now I know fine well, because he tells me everything, that my dad hasn’t been on speaking terms with my mother & step-father. They had a bust up before I left & thank fuck, my dad is back on the team – He went to the police for advice & when my step-father found out, his exact words were that he “would now have to be re-active, not pro-active“. My dad was fucking raging. I was actually pretty miffed, but hell, the guy’s fucking nuts anyway. My dad had taken away his control & he couldn’t handle it. Like it’s all about him right?

So when my mum asks me if I’ve heard from him & what he’s saying for himself, because he hasn’t been in touch, I can’t help but laugh. It’s hard not to stir the pot when something like that comes up.

Talking of my father, we were yapping yesterday & I must say, being 5,000 miles away & still being able to annoy his wife is pretty awesome. Evidently, the past week we’ve been in sync remembering how much we hate one another. Even when they are fighting over something completely seperate, my name always comes into it. Fuck she’s such a silly bitch. Even the old chestnut, her “You two ganged up on me” excuse has risen again, much to my amusement. She aint seen shit. But I’m still planning not to see her this trip back either. Even if it does mean I have to sneak around with my dad like we’re having an affair.

Anyway, I’m off out to top up my tan before it’s too late & I’m stuck in cold, wet, dreary Scotland – even if the tan-envy looks do brighten up my day.