And in the June I worked out the only bit that is mine.
It is not the seventeenth of September. That was wrong and it cost him sixteen days and it cost my son four requests, and I have said sorry for it in a hall and I will say it again.
It is the twelfth of September.
Because that is the message. You’re not going to do it are you. Nine o’clock at night.
And Gabe sent that from a bedroom in my house, upstairs, while I was downstairs.
And he had been difficult that week and I had put it down to the medication, and at about half eight that evening I had been up there and he had not wanted to talk, and I had said something about getting some rest.
And at eleven minutes past nine he picked up his phone and asked his friend whether he was ever going to do the one thing he had asked him for.
