28 September 2026
Kaliméra.
It is 4:40 am (GMT+2) and I'm up.
I woke up with one hell of a dry cough but feel 100% better than I did.
Yesterday, I kicked myself up the backside and went into Vrysoulles and called in at Litsas (Waitrose) near the Turkish border and did a bit of a shop.
Mainly 32 cans of Schweppes sparkling pink grapefruit and soda water, along with 96 bottles of still water to fill up the fridge.
One of my O.C.D bugbears.
I hate an empty fridge. It takes me back to when I was a kid, and all there was in it, was a 2kg tub of margarine... and if we were lucky, some milk that the milkman had delivered.
What makes that more disgusting is that my mum never went without her 40-60 cigarettes a day.
One of the reasons I hate smoking, I suppose... And margarine, as I've never ever had the horrible stuff since.
In The A's, when Maureen Mellor first calls to the flat on Boelyn Mews, the first thing she did was look in the fridge.
The second thing she did was to drop off four carrier bags of food to fill it.
Gaynor often saw her as interfering.
Mason knew she wasn't and he never forgot.
Did Angie ever feel the same way?
It's never mentioned, but I wouldn't have thought so.
Back to reality. I texted the two Alex's on my phone.
The first, whereby I booked my taxi to the airport for 2:30 am (GMT+2) Wednesday morning; and the second to book our table at The Red Lion for 5:15 pm on Wednesday night.
In the middle of that I have a £250 Tesco delivery due between 2:00 and 3:00 pm.
That wasn't a text - that was done via my laptop.
Opposite and above.
Some Gaynor Mellor.
To be honest, the story of the boat was sad.
Gaynor's life was sailing on the crest of a wave if you pardon the pun; in that she had everything, and Mason getting the boat more than reinforced that.
Her elder sister, Angie was struggling to adapt - not just to married life, but being the lesser mortal within the family, and it stung.
12 months earlier Gaynor had been the rather awkward dorky sister with the glasses and the braces in her mouth, who lived in the elder sister's shadow.
She'd already had a brand new car given to her and was living in a plush flat with designs on a huge house on the river post-marriage.
And the engagement party?
Everyone who was anybody was invited and her mum, Maureen - was so proud.
"I can't believe what a lovely life you've made for yourselves," said her mum, the same evening after an afternoon spent arranging the food for the party with the owner of Facchetti's, Judy Knock.
"And how grown up you've become."
And the clothes... everything she wore had a name attached to it...
And then the boat?
To Gaynor, the boat was nothing, it was given to Mason for nothing more than a favour.
Mason could see what was happening with Angie, but all Gaynor saw was a bit of fun, and one Sunday morning they came back from somewhere on the Docklands (I forget where), and rather than anchor in Hammersmith, Gaynor said: "Let's go to the Sailing Club."
Why?
Her parents were having Sunday lunch with Angie and Pat, and Gaynor fancied gatecrashing it in style and doing nothing more the redirecting the attention on her.
Mason tried to say no but Gaynor was adamant.
The reason?
Angie had pissed her off - not just with the spat in the New Year, but a few things - generally all Mason-related, and it was getting your own back time.
By then - June 2023, Gaynor was in full control and the power vacuum that all the control had created, possibly made Gaynor feel invincible.
Whereas her mum was just proud, her friends had began noticing a difference, especially her best friend, Clara Margieson.