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

‘True Love Reigns’ after another break lasting many years. With a truly slow, dreamy, so ROMANTIC love affair with “ma (Menopausal) Grandma Julia Conyard next door”… With her equally unmissable and unforgettable wayward foster daughter Rachel Conyard-Whorewould! From 7/7/7 – with a whole sixteen month timeout surrounding all of 2008 - right up to about 9/9/9… The fifth part of his autobiography, covering 2007 into 2009 with the theme “With Doctors like these, who needs Enemies?” FOURFold il Professori Emeritus sed moltissimo Modestus Mr Simon Richard ‘Pilchard’ Day Lee BA MA (Cambridge) CEng MIEE MIET MInstMC Electric Zen Buddha (as on Face Book)

‘True Love Reigns’ after another break lasting many years. With a truly slow, dreamy, so ROMANTIC love affair with “ma (Menopausal) Grandma Julia Conyard next door”…

With her equally unmissable and unforgettable wayward foster daughter Rachel Conyard-Whorewould!

From 7/7/7 – with a whole sixteen month timeout surrounding all of 2008 - right up to about 9/9/9…

The fifth part of his autobiography, covering 2007 into 2009 with the theme “With Doctors like these, who needs Enemies?”

FOURFold il Professori Emeritus sed moltissimo Modestus Mr Simon Richard ‘Pilchard’ Day Lee BA MA (Cambridge) CEng MIEE MIET MInstMC

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Lulu but was to wait frantically for over a week, as we see now,<br />

to try aga<strong>in</strong> before gett<strong>in</strong>g any response. It was to turn out<br />

that <strong>the</strong>ir latest user <strong>in</strong>terface had considerable teeth<strong>in</strong>g<br />

problems!<br />

I was awoken on Tuesday by a phone call from Barclays, and it<br />

was <strong>the</strong>ir fraud department quizz<strong>in</strong>g me about a failed attempt<br />

to draw out over £3,000 to a holiday company <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r week,<br />

and ask<strong>in</strong>g which recent transactions on my card were m<strong>in</strong>e.<br />

They gave me <strong>the</strong> phone number of <strong>the</strong> debit card department,<br />

and I duly rang, cancelled my card and requested ano<strong>the</strong>r one.<br />

There was still a postal strike! Would my new card and PIN<br />

number arrive by <strong>the</strong> weekend, so I had <strong>more</strong> than <strong>the</strong> mere<br />

£80 I had on me <strong>in</strong> cash less groceries from last night? I spent<br />

£20 of <strong>the</strong> precious £80 or less <strong>in</strong> post<strong>in</strong>g off at last, <strong>with</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

strike due to end <strong>the</strong> <strong>next</strong> day, my eight precious papers I had<br />

produced over <strong>the</strong> last weekend – <strong>with</strong> <strong>the</strong> additional cost of<br />

acetate and cardboard covers and b<strong>in</strong>ders add<strong>in</strong>g to my<br />

f<strong>in</strong>ancial misery – my ma<strong>in</strong> topic of conversation <strong>with</strong> Jackie,<br />

my nurse who arrived at 4pm…<br />

So started two whole months, of f<strong>in</strong>ancial misery and<br />

devastat<strong>in</strong>g stress, only about to end this Wednesday 19 th<br />

December <strong>with</strong> a substantial cash <strong>in</strong>jection <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> form of a<br />

£2,000 loan. Possibly as we will be see<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> due course <strong>with</strong><br />

much <strong>more</strong> than that from a wholly unreliable source. With<br />

many <strong>more</strong> periods of days rely<strong>in</strong>g on my own dog ends from<br />

my b<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong> my lounge conta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g that vital reserve of my own<br />

usually deliberately very long dog ends – than I have ever <strong>in</strong><br />

my whole life suffered – ever!<br />

Wednesday started <strong>with</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r f<strong>in</strong>ancial crisis <strong>in</strong> parallel <strong>with</strong><br />

that major one, even. I had an unexpected call from Green<br />

Energy, who had been bill<strong>in</strong>g me for electricity s<strong>in</strong>ce March,<br />

<strong>with</strong>out ever demand<strong>in</strong>g payment, so <strong>the</strong> bill was now some<br />

£200. We discussed <strong>the</strong> fact that Npower had been bill<strong>in</strong>g me<br />

some £44 a month by direct debit <strong>in</strong> parallel to <strong>the</strong>se six unpaid<br />

Green Energy bills, or so, and I realised that many previous<br />

conversations <strong>with</strong> meter readers, who always promised to<br />

correct this problem but never actually did so, <strong>in</strong>dicated that<br />

<strong>the</strong> National Database for household power meters showed my<br />

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