Trinity Diaries


15th January, Aylesbury, Bucks

That weird old guy called again today; the usual nonsense about me being in danger, me and some woman… I can’t even remember the name; I had no idea who he was talking about.

He kept insisting we should meet; he went on and on about it. He wore me down in the end and I finally agreed. But then he suggested somewhere way up in the Scottish Highlands. It’ll be an eight or nine-hour drive, even putting my foot down… crazy! He said it would be safer and it would help me remember. I don’t know what he’s talking about. I haven’t been north of Edinburgh since I was a kid, I don’t know what I’m supposed to remember.

It'll give the car a good run, I suppose. I haven’t got much else to do at the weekends now. I think me and Maria are finished, even if we haven’t actually said it yet. Suits me, to be honest, I’ve got better things to do than pander to her whims. She obviously doesn’t want a family; she doesn’t even want me to touch her. God knows what she’s doing with that toy boy of hers, he’s definitely gay. Don’t suppose she cares though; he’s probably a nice fashion accessory to show off to her friends, a sort of trophy boyfriend.

OK, better make a few calls then get an early night. I need to be on the road by 0400.