Hi Delia. Thought I'd let you know this...
Yesterday afternoon, after a good lunch, I fell asleep on a sun-lounger in the garden. I dreamed again of dear old Detters. I dreamt that he had sent me an email. It read:
Hi Gene,
Greetings from the other side. It's wonderful over here. We have water fountains and 100 ft high Tuscan Cypresses. I have met Bruce Forsyth but no one else I recognise.
Yours fraternally,
Detterling
It was so convincing that when I woke up I went and checked my emails.
Kimd regards.
GENE
TUSCAN CYPRESSES
Mr Kennedy:
ReplyDeleteThis is the twentieth post you have made about my husband since he left us, and each and every one of them has confirmed to me and to my son just how right he was about you.
You are a heartless bastard who thinks it amusing to taunt a bereaved family. You are a lowlife hypocrite unable to accept the reality of his nastiness. You blame everyone but yourself for diseased rubbish produced by your dirty mind.
Your threat to report me to social services for having allowed my son to read the filth you posted about us in bed together is a case in point. You post disgusting rubbish like that openly on a blog with no regard as to who may read it and be hurt by it, and then place the responsibility for your having written it on to someone else's shoulders. You are scum.
You keep claiming to have a huge regard for my husband, and then you post rubbish calculated to annoy, distress and upset me and my son. Detterling was a pacifist, and one of the gentlest and kindest people I ever met; but the only time I ever saw him so angry that I feared for his blood pressure was once when someone was deliberately nasty to our son. And the only time I have evet heard him say that he wanted to hurt someone badly enough to maim them was when you wrote that filth aboout buggering me on your blog. And the way he said it made me feel very frightened.
I have wasted enough time on you, Mr Kennedy. As soon as I have sent this I am going to report you to Blogspot for malicious posting, harassment and stalking. If nothing else, they may make you remove all the posts with which you have defiled my husband's memory. I hope so: he was a good man, worth forty of you, and he deserves a better memorial than the tawdry nonsense you post on here.
I should apololgise for typos in this post, but I can't see to type very well. I hve written it because I heard my son weeping in his room earlier this evening and went in to find that he has been logging to your blog several times a day to find out what you have been saying about his dad. I was horrified to read the foul nonsense you have been posting, Have you no conscience, mo mercy? "This bloke is supposed to be a catholic like us, mum - why does he write such awful things about Dad?" Look up Luke, chapter 17 verse 2, Mr Kennedy, and then look in the mirror and tell yourself that what you have done to my son is Christian. I have blocked your blog on my son's computer, and I won't waste eletricity on reading it again myself on this one. But I wish, how I wish, I could give you the kicking in the balls that your deserve.