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

So I only have £20 cash left as I write on Sunday to last till I
get more money on Wednesday! I spent Saturday afternoon
printing off the remaining sets of papers and putting the sets
together and posting them – they should catch the Monday
morning post and arrive on Tuesday or Wednesday. Then there
may be responses in as long away as the next 6-8 weeks!
After that I popped round to see Julie, taking some bin liners.
Being unemployed, she had asked for these rather than fork
out on a whole roll! In return, when she said she was cooking
a whole chicken for Sunday lunch and had nobody else to share
it with, she did not mind when I invited myself along to that
too! For 1pm or so, she said. My sister Libby popped in after
phoning, and brought round my meagre set of Christmas
presents, as well as some chocolates she had bought ‘cheap’ in
Waitrose at New Year! That evening, after that, from 6pm to
11.30pm, as I said before I struggled with typing up this diary
for 8 th -28 th December 2008. I got rid of my frustration at that
typing, after that briefly, by rearranging much of the furniture
in my flat!
I had several goes at that today as well, in between Sunday
lunch skilfully prepared by Julie, and finishing off this diary
from 29 th December to Sunday 11 th January 2009 – today at
9.30pm! Finally today it has occurred to me that I have had no
reply from the Reverend Simon Manley-Cooper, chaplain at the
QE2 Hospital, so left a final message asking anybody there to
ring me about why he has failed to answer several phone
messages in the last few weeks. Now to summarise what
happened to the eight issues I listed on 3 rd December 2008 –
and my new set of issues this New Year of 2009, as it gets
under way: -
The set of eight issues that were bothering me on 2 nd
December 2008 – and how they have all been resolved
now
1. www.book-promotion.com and I have at last parted
company – only semi-amicably! It took a lot of emails,
expensive phone calls to Mrs Fawlty’s mobile, and
patience, but in the end: -
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