12 Relevant material in the statement is as follows:
"I wish to make a statement regarding events on the Friday 11th July, I was making a sandwich & about to watch the Midday show, when Bob Grosse walked in the TV room door. He had a few whiska's and extremely shabby, he said he'd been riding the train and meals you could pick up, somewhere near Oxford St & Newcastle, he asked how the new boyfriend was. I said there was nothing great and it was going no where. He proceeded to undress and offered himself to me. I said, youre dirty and unshaven and I don't know where you've been & I'm no longer your whore of the day. An argument started & I moved into the kitchen & proceeded to cut some yellow cord and knot it to tie up my peach tree. He was drinking from a small bottle from his pocket & proceeded to tell me I wasn't worth having a good fuck (his words) with. because Jan (my first husband) had spoilt and over-protected me. He said I needed a few kinky ideas, as normal his ideas & mine didn't mix. He reminded me I had nothing anymore and no fellow would want me with half a tit. This hurt & was hard enough to accept, I was just beginning to move about & feel a little normal again. I was tired of his choice words to me when drinking such as Im only a fucken cunt bitch. No one had ever spoken like this ever to me & I loathed this frequent phrase - especially when he had a drink or two. He began to rubbish my son Brett he was a little smartarse, because he built his own steel shed & home. He thinks he's got it all with his fat black widow, meaning his wife Sue. I wasn't at all impressed Brett never did nothing to him nor Sue. Even on our last holiday with them, when an argument erupted Bob began throwing punches. Brett said I won't hit an old man like you Bob said are you gutless too, Brett said get out & off the property and ordered me to take him and don't come back. Perhaps the words were slightly different, but meant the same. We packed & moved. I had a great closeness with Brett, he was always their to check my car, the battery, tyres, the motor every time I visited I didn't like abuse about him. Bob was still half dressed & offering himself among his foul outbursts & I couldn't cope with sarcasimn of Jan - as he was remarried and even at family funerals, we have no communication to-gether and so slinging off about our marriage back in 50-70 was a cutting point I have five children to this marriage & there were certain precious moments that didn't need destroying & I chose to keep these memories to myself. This was quite different to the filthy whore type sex he was talking about. He suggested I watch good videos & do things which I dislike & then said he should tie me up, Fuck me up the arse & then P all over me. Because I screamed get out, he picked up the cord & was going to choke me, like he should I done to Margaret. (his former wife.) We struggled when free I went outside I was hurt, angry, fed up & sick of life hated my breast operation and myself, I felt incomplete as a woman unloved & alone, none of my children were close to me & I couldn't unwind to Craig at the caravan park. About half an hour later I came inside he was at the table the bottle almost empty & he had a cup of tea. He sarcastickly said, is the garden the same, my house and me were alike and he hoped I'd lose it & thats why he never intended helping to pay it off & finish it I was again like my smart arse son Brett who knew it all.
I walked to the table, picked up the cord, threaded the end & put it over his head & said how do you like it? The bottle fell as he grabbed at me & I pulled the cord. We scuffled he fell & I ran outside. I went to the car & used my spare key I drove to Lakehaven shopping centre. I was gone about two hours I think. I didn't know what he was doing or what I should do perhaps he'd left, or would be waiting.
When I returned Bob was still on the floor. He had the knee tucked under his knee & his head was pulled back, the cord was twisted on his arm and around the shoulder.
I rolled him on the floor and I knew he was dead."