...and what had really stymied those two diabolically stupid brothers, you might ask?

"the ravens of the field"....exactly...they didn't know who was one and who wasn't....

you see, as it turned out...Tomlinson didn't either...he was having an affair with the daughter of uncle Michael's partner at the time...circa 2001...in Ipswich...oh and he used to beat her up, quite a bit...her mother was to say....

oh and if we go on a bit further on, in time...bobby's mob had planned to murder my father 'on the railway track' just outside of mistley railway station...just beyond the railway bridge...as the train heads towards Harwich....

the daughter of Michael's partner was to buy that railway station....she then turned it into an 'art gallery' of sorts....a tearoom/art gallery....see previous notes upon my mother taking me up there to meet her and her new boyfriend....can you guess why bobby's mob had wanted her 'in there'....and why she had agreed to do it...oh and the artwork within that gallery...was excruciatingly bad....so much so that they didn't sell a thing...not whilst we were there, at any rate....so how had that daughter made her money, eh? "another sarah lucy" replies MI5 ONLINE...exactly so.

anyway, I digress....uncle Michael and his partner...were to ask my whole family to a 'pre-Christmas dinner' drinks event....we duly turned up at that large town house near to Christchurch park...to see every table laden with 'party food'....we were told that it was all for us - nobody else was coming....I was to protest - how could that be? what would they do with it all afterwards? throw it away...Michael was to say that this was the case....i wondered what was going on.....anyway, having been told to 'dig in'......ingabot and ed only ate a few crisps....I espied the 'tuna tartlets' and began to tuck in...Michael walked in and shouted "YOU GREEDY PIG!"..."how many have you eaten?"...well, really...having just told us all that the food would go to waste if we didn't eat any....

but instead of getting angry...I just laughed and reached for another tuna 'delicacy'....Michael then stuttered that the food was meant for the 'ravens' and not for us..."I am a raven" I replied...see previous notes upon the green team and daldry, in 1980...

Michael then ran out of the room and upstairs...I had another look at the tuna tarts etc...to then look at ingabot...who had begun to hit me hard, striking me on my shoulder with her fist...like a 'learning disability child'...."like a dumb robot - Michael had written a command in for her to do so"...oh so that is what he had been up to, upon his computer upstairs?...anyway, I simply fended off ingabot's 'robot attack' laughing...and said to ed "it doesn't compute, it doesn't compute!"....watching as robot Michael ran down the stairs and out of the front door....ingabot was to reply "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP"....a few minutes later, Tomlinson appeared....Michael had gone to fetch somebody who had a superior intellect let us say...or at any rate...somebody with superior computing skills...they both went upstairs to try and 'sort it out'...but to no avail.

oh and ed was then to surprise me...he looked like he had 'given up'..."all right then" he said or something like that..."i'll have one...they look interesting" and so he was also to try a tuna tartlet.

Jeremy came in to check the tuna tartlets...and bobby....only one left....they all looked at each other in alarm...it hadn't worked...go figure.

all I can say is this...it was rather like Helen browne's wedding reception and those 'bridal fancies'...

as daldry was to say...it is best to join 'every club' if you can....be a card-carry member of...well can you guess how many cards I have up my sleeve?