Loads has happened.
Gramps has communicated a lot to me. He has hinted (in relation to war around the world) ‘surely there must be one source, don’t you think’ ‘why is there no concerted effort to get to the bottom of it’ or words to that effect, plus “how do you think certain arms can be in certain places with out people knowing?”
He arranged a meeting with his old accountant and family friend. I felt “on the spot” as my Mum, The new carer, Granddad’s old accountant and his wife were all there, all part of the ‘regime’ and there for me :/
I’ve blagged my Granddad into revealing who he is and now my blagging has pulled me in really far 🙁
I was nervous and didn’t give anything away, I was way to nervous. So the meeting dried up somewhat, although Granddad’s accountant took me out for a spin in his Bentley, I thought I had better show some warmth to him. Incidentally his 3 year old top of the range red sports Bentley had my Granddads old number plate I EYE.
I think Granddad’s accountant is taking over certain rolls and duties in the ‘regime’ as Gramps called it.
A few days ago when Gramps could see that I wasn’t too interested in the ‘regime’ and not really inclined to talk about fucking kids. He tried to urge me by saying ‘you’ve really gotta get in there and get your hands dirty’
He had already pointed out various pedo establishments to be involved with, but I just kept avoiding the conversations about it or tried to focus him on my business ideas.
Granddad kept referring to his time in Canada as a child of 7 he ‘learned’ all about the regime, meaning he was abused then and had “learned” and then in the same conversation referred to when I was at St John’s School Billericay (I was there from age 5 – 7). I recall being really disturbed there and hiding throughout the whole lunch periods, I was terrified and remember losing a lot of confidence and becoming scared.
After the meeting with Granddad’s old accountant my mum, took me and the carer to a piece of wooden board out the back of the house and kept mentioning that the board should be the other way around, and that I should wash the board and dry it in the sun (which was emphasised) and put it under the carer’s mattress! After this weird meeting the carer literally just started to become rude, intrusive and menacing. I’ve had to leave today as I can’t stand being around her. Plus she’s like this in front of my Granddad, like a roll reversal or just done by the ‘regime’ i don’t know?
Gramps kept referring to having sex with kids and explained it’s like a thermometer where the mercury goes up and down. :/
He then encouraged me to register the copyright for “Mercury Magic”, ‘magic’ being another pedo term.
He has complained a lot that the carer won’t ‘put out’ and it’s frustrating him.
I’m playing along as much as I can, although it’s becoming completely apparent that I’m not a bad guy and I now feel like they are turning, and being cold.
The carer also indicated to me that my aunt was going to be cut out of the Family, I’m not sure if it was a trap to see if I would say anything or if it’s a real thing thats going to occur. Only time will tell.
My aunt said on the phone that Mum had said that he swims naked in front of her and has made a pass or two. Alison was a little horrified and I just thought, if only you knew. I just stayed quiet.
i get the sense that I’m being pushed away, primarily by mum and also the dynamic within the house has changed all of a sudden.
While Gramps was out with the carer and my aunt for the day I took some more shots of the documents in the ‘important document’ box