Dear Diary ... continued

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They might well feel that the people running these places will try and talk them out of what they're doing and that's probably true.  I don't see it as a solution to the problem - more a stop-gap - but at least something is being done.  Perhaps the only real answer to it all is for families to put their own houses in order ... after all, no child runs away from home without some sort of reason. 
 
Friday ...
Rex Oliver seems to be the sort of person who gets away with murder.  I'm sure he is a very excellent hair stylist, but he really should have the good sense not to mix business with pleasure.  I'm glad Vera took a grip on his hanky-panky straight away - after all, the Motel has a tidy sum of money invested in the salon.  Ever since Vera saw through his school-boy trick the other day and drove his 'broken-down' car back to the Motel without him, he seems to have realised his luck is out in that particular direction.  Unfortunately, he's now turned his attentions towards the wife of one of our more wealthy guests and although god is smiling on 'sexy Rexy' - her husband actually doesn't seem to mind too much - how much longer can he go on before coming really unstuck.  Maybe it sounds a bit churlish of me but I wish he would just grow up a bit.  The lady in question is Wendy, the wife of Sir Hector Prince and much as her husband might insist that he is glad to see her making friends instead of being stuck on her own all the time, somehow I find it hard to believe that Rex isn't going to overstep the mark sooner or later.
 
Talking about being stuck at home, I must say I was more than a little disappointed with the government decision on invalid cars.  David has often ranted on about them being unsafe and how they just shouldn't be on the roads, but I know if I were in the unfortunate position of being disabled, I'd rather go on taking my chances than have nothing at all.  I really don't see how a small sum of money every week is going to substitute for it.  Maybe some sort of charity organisation willl be set up to cope with their needs, although it seems sad that the government feels unable to assist in a more positive way.  Of course the country is going through difficult times right now and it's good to watch every penny.  Even so, I can't see that it's right for us to neglect the needs of that small and courageous band of people. 
 
Saturday ...
In one way I'm gald to see Bob Powell getting along so well with Hilary Maddox and her flatmate, Eileen.  My only reservation though is the old problem of threesomes ... who is going to get jealous of who?  Hilary told me once that the two of them have in the past had to cope with the problem of pursuing the same man.  Well, I'd say it was happening again and I'd hate to see either of them getting hurt over it.  Old mother nature has a habit of sorting it all out in the end and I dare say she'll manage again this time.  Bob, though, has really been through enough lately and I'd think he could do without emotional upheavals.

Dear Diary ... continued