I wrote all this earlier. Then instead of hitting 'post' hit 'back'. Lost the lot, and thought that someone was in my computer, spyingg on me and stopping me post.
Says a lot about my state of mind. The state of my life.
Right. The case.
I can't say much until after the trial, but i can give you some basics.
They sort of brought it on themselves - the way we did it.
One of the death threats they sent had photos of me from the day before. I think I mentioned it. So we knew they were watching us. Me. Whatever.
So we had a team watching me too. Watching them watching me. And then follwing them. Do you follow? Seeing where they went back and reported. And then seeing who the people they went to went to...yeah.
Anyway, when I went into prison the other day it was to stir up trouble. Tell members of the gang little bits of what we knew, to force them to act.
We didn't expect them to act so soon. Or how they did it.
The front grill of a Range Rover heading for me is going to be pretty high in my dreams for a while.
Sal had an op this morning, to set her arm. She says she's fine. Tough old bird. Hopefully they'll let her out tomorrow.
I do feel terrible about it. That she was with me. That i didn't do more to help her after the crash. That she's hurt because of soething I agreed to. Same as John was.
Right. Going to try and post now and not stuff it up.