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

2. Massive stress 3 – rows with Julie about abuse of
my phone in MY flat – and with Rachel, who initially
lies about it all. Massive stress 4 – Julie is away
from home for the first time I have known her for all
this, so gets Rachel’s lies and my truthful protests in
both ears on her mobile phone – while working! I
had never had a serious row with Julie ever before – and
this one was compounded by not seeing her face to face to
talk to, only over the phone; and by the guilty party,
Rachel, making her own lies to her mother to wriggle out
of any blame – instead calling me ‘a nutter’, no doubt!
This row started on Thursday and abruptly peaked, as we
shall see, on the following Monday – after another big
stress! In the meantime on the Saturday I bought the
wretched shower head and had a shower at last! Also I
bought a £9.99 replacement for the main lock on my front
door, just in case. Then on the Sunday, to give myself a
boost, I took the penultimate version of ‘Scientific Proof…’,
changed the cover to be a memorial ‘New Gold Dawn
Version’ for my deceased Mum Dawn nee Day - and
published it on www.lulu.com/authormeuk.
3. Massive stress 5 and back-stabbing 3 – Paul
constantly, incessantly scrounges while around
here! Terence had just made his second and final,
laughing, satisfactory call here after Friday’s other visit, so
if I did not crack up completely I felt I could go to the
ward round at Mymms ward on Wednesday – guaranteed
a discharge off the section! Chris also popped in for his
customary dismissive five minutes flying visit, but at
1.30pm Paul had also called earlier – scrounging 5-6 fags
off me and having no other real reason to call! Then
unbelievably he called back again just an hour later with a
pint of milk he knew I needed, and when he started to
scrounge for fags incessantly, in a wheedling tone of
voice, I shouted at him to go! He would not – so I
reached for his blue bag on the floor to show him to the
door – instead of which his arm lashed out and he hit me
on the elbow – then he restrained my wrist! When I called
the police he even went to my fridge to retrieve his
pathetically precious to him, pint of milk – before going!
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