Sonntag, 19. Juni 2016

Dating Clement Freud

Let us bring some order in the process of the developing friendship between the McCanns and Clement Freud.

From Kate's official "Diary" aka madeleine we have these memories

At the beginning of July we received the following letter:

Dear McCanns, I have a house in P da L, been ashamed of the intrusion to your lives by our media . . . and if you would care to come to lunch/dinner at any time before Wednesday next, do ring and let me know. I cook decent meals.
Sincerely, Clement Freud
Gerry responded with a phone call and Sir Clement invited the seven of us there at that time – Gerry and myself with Sean and Amelie, plus Trisha, Sandy and Justine – to lunch the following day. He would be heading back to the UK a few hours later.

In the telephone files we have two corresponding phone calls from Gerry to the Villa on 3rd and 4th of July. The next mention in the bewk:

Clement Freud returned to Praia da Luz on 31 August and called Gerry that day. ‘Is it true, Gerry?’ he said, without preamble. ‘What’s that, Clement?’ ‘That you’re close to a breakdown and needing medication?’ Very funny. ‘I have a lot of empathy with the Express though, you know,’ he went on. For a split second Gerry thought he was serious. ‘Why’s that?’ ‘Well, you see, we both suffer from poor circulation.’ Thank God for people like Clement who kept us smiling.
This had been the Express healine from August 30th:

There were no phone calls received from Casa Colina but there is one 10 minute phone call Gerry received from a number that is not named at 18:22 and another one lasting 1:29 at 20:36.

Now we come to the 3rd of September, the day Ricardo Paiva came to the McCanns at 16:30 to tell them that they were going to be made arguido:

At 4.30pm Ricardo arrived with a female colleague and the forms Gerry needed to complete. After his colleague left with the paperwork, Ricardo asked if we had any queries he could answer. ‘Do you have any information for us?’ I inquired. He clarified with us the date of our planned departure back to the UK and told us that the PJ wanted to ‘interrogate’ me on Wednesday and Gerry on Thursday
Our plans for the evening went out of the window. We cancelled an interview we were scheduled to give Paris Match and dinner with Clement Freud.
At 9.50pm, I rang Clement. ‘Come on round,’ he said. ‘It’ll be nice to see you. But you’ll have to forgive my night-time attire.’ ...............
A couple of hours later, fortified by our brandies (it was my first-ever taste of the stuff), some useful snippets of advice and several amusing anecdotes, we left our friend feeling quite a bit better than we had when we’d arrived. The shock of that day, and of what we were now facing, on top of the trauma of Madeleine’s absence, never left us for a second, but it was interludes like this that gave us just enough strength to carry on.
This was their most desastrous day. Gerry had phoned him the day before at 15:42, and now he rang him again at 16:51 right after Ricardo told them at 16:30 they were going to be made arguido.

Then Kate rang him at 21:50 again and they went to his house at that time of the night to stay a couple of HOURS. On the day they thought they would be doomed...

I am sure this is all perfectly acceptable and normal...

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