Dad and Mum called - we're throwing her out - we've had enough - youre the eldest - you need to sort her out - look after her - But Ive got two young children and I'm going through a divorce - I argued - Cant Jayne take her in - No Jayne has two young children - but so have I - was my retort and my children can see more of what is going on than Jaynes - they're older. No - its got to be you - mum insisted. So I rang Janice and found her in a flee ridden bed-sit hovel in the streets at the bottom of Chorley Old Rd. I took her home - what a nightmare She kept a bag of white powder she described as whizz next to the coffee in the kitchen cupboard - and was in a constant drunken stupor. I called an agency for help - but they couldnt really make any suggestions. We had our good days and some very dark days - On the good days - Janice was sober, charming and amusing. On the bad days - woah. She kept ridiculous hours - when I was going to bed - she was going out - meeting some chap from a garage at the bottom of Tonge Moor Rd - coming home very giddy and drunk - and some days just couldnt function until she'd had her fix of alcohol I came home one day - and one of my neighbours slapped my face. I asked what that was for - she replied she had seen her dog tied up on my lamp post on Ryeburn Drive - and knew I was sleeping with her husband - no amount of my assurances would convince her otherwise. As I approached the front door - there was the neighboor leaving through mny patios windows Yup it was Janice - entertaining - The poor wife had caught some infection - and I was the culprit! Looking back Janice and I laughed about this on many occasions. She went into more details - and we just fell about laughing There are other stories - which also include the au pair I had and Janice - but I will write about them another time It did all turn sour - I managed to get Janice off the whizz for a short period and off the booze - but something happened and one night when I got home - she was drunk and high as a kite - and attacked me when I asked her for an explanation of what she had been up to I had to ask her to leave - the police were called when the matter became violent The police called our parents and insisted Janice went back there . Mum never really forgave me for this - she was getting weary with her advancing years and really just couldnt cope with Janice. It wasnt long before Janice and I were friends again - all was forgiven