NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

Monday 23 rd – Sunday 29 th July 2007. My relationship with
Julie continued to flourish – but she blamed me for having bad
cystitis on Monday – and developing external thrush on
Wednesday! Like I told her, however, when she saw the doctor
that Friday, he told her it was common for new sexual partners!
I paid some bills on Monday, and posted a photo with a form
for a national bus pass due to be issued next year. Having
enquired about one last week, I put in a formal request for my
third ever £600 holiday grant from the IET Benevolent Fund. I
bought an electric screwdriver for a remarkably low £10 from a
hypermarket style DIY shop in Hertford. At midnight that night
my gargantuan female troublemaker from downstairs
incessantly rang my doorbell just because I was playing my
music a bit too loud – so I told her to ‘piss off!’ and waited till
she stopped. I complained to the Housing Officer next day
about her! The next day, Tuesday, I put some spare copies of
my other book into two local bookshops in Ware and Hertford
to try and sell them. That night I was up into the small hours
finally getting round to producing a rather oversized article for
Elsevier plc’s ‘Religion’ journal. I planned to print off four
copies to post to them, once the ink I needed arrived. That
happened on the Saturday, so I printed Elsevier’s four copies
then. Wednesday onwards was quiet. I saw the psychologist,
Eric, at Cygnet House down the road, for the third and last
time. I had got pissed off with how he just sat there typing
what I said on his computer, not saying much and yawning
rudely a lot! On the Thursday Julie had an interview at a job
agency in Stevenage for an unlikely job as a tele sales
operator. Indeed, the agent was candid with her, and told her
she was far too quiet and reserved for tele-sales, and indeed
she told me she lost her only previous part time job in it. ‘Find
a job in your main background, caring, it would suit you far
more!’ she was told. I took her out for a meal at an Italian
restaurant in Ware that night, partly as consolation. It poured
with rain all day. There had been floods in the North and
Midlands and East Anglia earlier in this wettest July on record –
now Gloucestershire and Worcestershire were experiencing bad
flooding. On Friday two men arrived with a huge machine, and
cleaned my carpets as arranged. I had a haircut. Elsevier
emailed to say, yes, please post us your article from your book.
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