Monthly Archives: November 2010

Jim Perrin applies more pressure

Following the quite dreadful and emotionally exhausting week after Christmas — as well as the long months before — during which Jac had suffered from Jim Perrin’s intransigence, and her consequent decision to go to Yorkshire for three weeks to escape him, ref. our post Gone to Ground, he tried, as was always his way with her, to overrule her wishes.

Even in the aftermath of his uncontrolled assault on one of her sons,  ref. our post Breaking Point, and after the melodrama of his caravan ‘sit in’, he wrote to her from the caravan, only days later, a letter which was (unbelievably, considering the very recent circumstances) still full of recrimination, and annoyance with her sons, family and friends.  At the end of this two-page letter — with no hint of remorse, contrition or apology for his recent behaviour— he tried to persuade/prevent Jac from going away to stay with her ‘Yorkshire’ sister as they had planned after he had attacked her son…

Bearing in mind his latest transgressions — even his cruelty towards her, he still (amazingly, it seems to us) had the nerve to write to her in this vein.  For background to this, please read our post ‘Swallow Falls’ in which we describe how Jim Perrin had, in a conversation with our sister, blamed her family for his own failure to be able to relate to his son.  Not unnaturally she had refuted this yet given the circumstances we have shown above, he still, like a dog with a bone, wrote the letter from which we now quote, which demonstrates his determination always to justify himself: Continue reading →

Jim Perrin goes to ground

The physical assault on our nephew of the previous evening was so very shocking; it was an extraordinary attack: unprovoked and wicked.  Mercifully it did not end, as it could have done, in a greater tragedy — a little more force, pressure on a certain point in the neck? — there was a complete lack of any attempt at control, and the pain and the bruising were severe; luckily the intervention of others brought the episode to an end. (Although her son did report Jim Perrin’s attack on him to the police the following day.)

What could Jim Perrin do after such a display of fury and violence?  How could he now redeem himself?

He locked himself in his caravan and would not come out…

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He would not at first communicate at all, until finally, speaking to our sister by telephone from his caravan to the house, he threatened to commit suicide. For hours that day he put our sister and her daughter through the most intense emotional turmoil: clearly, he was quite unbalanced, and indulging himself in hysteria…

Our niece, when in her bedroom later, heard her mother crying and sobbing in her own room and went along the corridor. It was apparent from what she overheard that Jim Perrin was threatening to kill himself and that her mother was pleading with him to do no such thing — yet, young as she was, uncertain and fearing to intrude she waited awhile outside the bedroom door rather than go into her mother’s room.

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Happier times

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This is the photograph of our sister, Jac (first left) with her children — taken in Spain — to which we referred in our previous post.  Jim Perrin had obliterated with a felt-tip pen the face of the son for whom he had conceived his extraordinary hatred: but later Jac’s ‘Welsh’ sister took away the negative and had it re-printed for her.  It is we think, a really lovely photograph, capturing an idyllic moment in their lives together — before Jim Perrin’s ill-fated presence in their family home (and minus his vile and despicable ‘blacking out’).

Jac’s sisters.