Interview with Mavis in today's Mail.
No new details and several incorrect details ( well it is the Fail after all ) but some lovely comments from Mavis about Helen.
a few snippets
Day Helen arrived at Hartwell
‘I waved, and the woman smiled and waved back. I knew in that instant that we would be friends,’ Mavis says. ‘The man didn’t make eye contact and he struck me as a bit odd. But still, I would never have guessed in that moment that we had a murderer moving into our midst.’
Mavis and Helen’s first proper encounter came a couple of days after the removal vans – Helen’s large, Ian’s small – had departed from the driveway of Hartwell Lodge. ‘She appeared at the front door and I invited her in,’ recalls Mavis. ‘We embraced, I made her a cup of tea and it didn’t take long for us to get to know each other
I saw Helen all the time. She would pop in for a cup of tea, or I would go next door. Ian might answer the bell but then he’d disappear while Helen and I sat in her study. Sometimes she’d drop by if she was out walking with her dog Boris, but Ian came to my house just the once, and although we did talk, I can’t remember a word he said,’ she recalls.
On her blog, Helen dubbed 56-year-old Ian the Gorgeous Grey-Haired Widower (or GGHW), but it is not a description Mavis recognises. ‘He was a nonentity; he had no personality. She was always smart – she had a wonderful wardrobe of clothes and jewellery – but he was scruffy and looked like he made no effort. I didn’t think they were well suited and it was hard to understand what she saw in him, but it wasn’t my place to tell her that.’
After Helen had disappeared
Mavis went round to offer her support to Ian, but spoke only to someone she didn’t recognise who answered the door and said he was resting.
One person who accurately predicted the grim truth, however, was Mavis’s daughter Nicola, who lives in Perth, Australia, but had met Helen on visits back to the UK. ‘I was telling Nicola about it on Skype, and she said, “It’ll be murder, premeditated, and Ian will have done it for her money.” I told her not to be silly, but her words were prophetic.’
Almost a year on, Mavis remains profoundly shocked by the death of her ‘immensely talented and deeply loyal friend’
Next door, Hartwell Lodge stands empty and the only sign of movement comes from a weathervane in the shape of a dachshund that spins from the garage roof.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/you/article-4357710/I-never-guessed-murderer-moving-midst.html