Doing my best to put it behind me, the only battles I had nowadays were arguments about football with Dad.

Three hours later, I had done well to hang on for so long. Breaking down in the probation office, my resolve expired. Wanting to help, Nick genuine, I could tell, great to be back among the good guys. Thirtysomething, plain and married, futile I know, but I needed someone steady like him. Then it had made me happy. Next day, no money, I had to claim benefit. I felt awful asking .

Far from excited by the prospects of our mission, not only did it mean going on the run again, it meant an awful sacrifice and leaving behind our family of three cats. No way did we want to do it. It broke our hearts even to think or talk about it. What else could we do? Once onboard a London bound Intercity, no appetite, though needing to sustain our strength, we for.

As the extraordinary plot took another new twist, David had to be kidding. Once back in Dover, I telephoned Naylor and gave him an account of my day at the Fraud Squad. Seemingly happy, he probed. Excellent, but tell me what went on in the car? You mean Peter Kerry, how should we handle him? I want him to play Mister Grundy, remember him? On Monday, 24th October, as Kerry arrived on o.