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

Monday 8 th September – Sunday 14 th September 2008.
The first three days of this week were as quiet as the previous
weekend had been. I was still doing a lot of waiting for things
to happen. Hajni had given me the email address of her admin
assistant, one Sarah, but when I emailed her on Monday there
was no reply.
On Tuesday at 4pm I met one Stuart from the mental health
charity Rethink, and had a brief chat about being seen once a
week by a ‘befriender’. Nothing has come of this as I write on
Thursday 18 th , over a week later – I was expecting a phone call
from him last Tuesday 16 th , but never got the call.
Rachel had been staying at Julie’s while Julie was on holiday,
having been banned from the holiday because of the massive
distress she had caused by abusing my phone in March and
April. She popped round to look at ‘face book’ on my computer
that evening. Then she explained she could not live at her own
new, huge by comparison, two bedroom flat at present as she
lacked a cooker and fridge/freezer. That evening a close male
friend had offered her the £255 she needed for the latter. She
asked about the Littlewoods catalogue account I had used to
buy clothes for her mother recently. Could I possibly buy a gas
cooker for her on that, and she would promise to pay me back
in regular instalments – via her mother? We went round and
discussed this with Julie. The upshot was, that evening, I
ordered the cooker on my account, then immediately thought
better of it! Was Rachel really trustworthy enough to repay her
mother, so me the required £5 a week?
I had enough minor headaches with increasing worries about
sporadic winges from Hajni of Substance Books about the
volume of emails it had already taken to discuss promotion of
my books!
Luckily, after Julie went off to work 40 miles away on
Wednesday 10 th September last week, leaving Rachel and the
infant Hayden ‘looking after’ her flat, I was scheduled to have a
meeting with Jemima, my social worker and nursing
coordinator at Cygnet House. She could tell I was a bit rattled,
and even stated there were early warning signs of a possible
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