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

would be building for me before (well before?) Monday 27 th
October, the notional deadline before Hallowe’en on Friday 31 st
October 2008! After I accept the web site, the press release
will be sent out, and Kumar will start everything else – to do
with driving traffic to the web site.
On Thursday I went window shopping with Julie in Harlow for a
sofa bed she might eventually buy once she has enough
money. She had her grandson with her, and was to complain
this last week about her daughter going out every single night
and dumping the baby on poor Julie! Rachel in fact came in
about 5pm that night, just as Julie had finished ordering a
cheap carpet at her flat from a local visiting carpet company.
Julie still has not gone back to work as I write on Monday 6 th
October, having initially asked for two days of compassionate
leave after her daughter was hurt, but then from Friday her
client was still in hospital. She feared the worst for her job, as
a result, and hates working so far from home, so I helped her
do a new CV on my computer on Saturday.
On Sunday, when I popped round, she found my CAR FILE that
she had blamed the loss of on me, back in the summer, in a
wardrobe! She also found a valuable Pokemon set of Rachel’s
and various old photos – in the same wardrobe!
I saw my Doctor’s junior psychiatrist today Monday. Then
while helping Julie pack up furniture prior to her carpet being
fitted on Tuesday, she got the sad news that her client in
Berkhamsted had passed away from her chest infection in
hospital! It looks like she had the right intuition to look for a
new job then, and has found one in a nursing home about ten
miles away, and applied for it today. For her current employers
are showing little sign of giving her work with a new client,
meanwhile paying her nothing. Soon she will run out of money
to live on, unless she changes job?
Tuesday 7 th October – Monday 13 th October 2008.
I had a really quiet week, so at the end of this week’s diary is a
piece about my feelings of alienation, suffering in relative
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