So, this means I can be as horrible and, well, honest as I like, right?
Well, here fucking goes...
The man who ran over my nephew has now handed himself in, been charged and released on bail. Which, thank goodness, means it was an accident, rather than on purpose.
I have been tracking all this info on the bbc website and gleaned it from my brother.
My sister and my mother have made it quite clear that neither of them wishes to speak to me.
I am not invited to the funeral.
Bastards. Is all I can say. Bastards.
At the risk of this becoming 'all about me.' Which, of course, it certainly is not. I have sent a card and some flowers. Just so they know that we are grieving Carl as well.
They can tear them up, throw them against the wall, send them back, bin them.