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

A 32 year old drug addict and weirdo who asked every woman
he passed in the street for sex had now asked my daughter of
16 for sex! Several furious phone calls to him followed – with
some unrepeatable language from me to him – and in return!
Saw my GP Dr Harris at 4.10pm but all he could offer with help
for my appalling varicose veins, which prevented me going
swimming or attracting most women, was surgical stockings! I
thought about it that I had tried them before with absolutely no
effect and did not bother to pick up the prescription from the
chemist…
Friday was a significant day indeed as, as agreed with Julie – I
acquired Sammy, her moggy tortoiseshell cat, for good,
complete with litter tray to keep emptying and her need for dry
and meaty food and water. Apart from that, Sammy, whom I
soon christened ‘Wooss’ or ‘Sammy Woosskat’ has been a
totally clean, constant boon friend and companion since –
somebody to talk to when lonely, even if she cannot talk
back…!
Did a big shop, including of course for cat food on Saturday
when I got paid, and treated Julie and I to Lasagne with wine
that night, then joined her watching a good DVD she had
brought round, ‘What women want’. Julie stayed for the whole
of that night for the only time ever, and cooked us roast
chicken for lunch with a chicken I had bought the day before.
We went for a trial cycle ride, our last one since as the two
bikes have been locked up for the winter since then. I had had
an email from Zygon saying if I ‘drastically reduced’ my work to
three 8,000-10,000 word articles it would be much more
acceptable.
So I spent Sunday night doing just that rework.
Monday 1 st October – Sunday 7 th October 2007. Had been
chasing a vital delivery of ink for some days and confirmed with
the supplier by phone that it should arrive next day, when I
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