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

community with my full agreement. I am going to request I try
NONE AT ALL for months under close supervision! I am going
to argue, ‘after all Doctor, you have never seen me display a
single symptom!’
That Friday also found my Father paying a small loan of £60
into my account to help me pay for my reading glasses – and
indeed I paid a £15 deposit at the optician that afternoon when
I collected my first two pairs of glasses. Not before Julie had
previously that week been bullied by her mobile phone debt
collectors for just under £30, which I now paid for her. She is
expecting at least around £700 tax rebate from last year some
time soon once she sorts out all the final red tape tomorrow,
getting a Statement of Earnings of Job Seekers Allowance from
the Job Centre to send to the Tax Office. She has promised to
repay me at least some of the £280+ I have been steadily
feeding her since March once she gets that and her first pay
packet. Also I bought 40 cigarettes and a £5 lottery ticket
(which was a loser) so there was only £15 of Dad’s £60 actually
spent on my glasses – other essential things took the rest. I
could not let Julie suffer any more from her phone company!
Saturday to Monday was very quiet apart from an incident with
a neighbour. I come to that and my first ever real discussions
of my neighbours in this rather seedy being very poor block of
bedsits in a moment. Apart from the start of that incident with
a neighbour, which was definitely provoked by all the sudden
stress about something as incendiary as depot injections on
Friday, only one notable thing happened on the Saturday. An
SAE arrived from a second agent I had sent my Manifesto to,
with another pro forma rejection.
Again Sunday I was treated by Julie to roast chicken lunch, and
apart from that my diary records nothing to lift the tedium, now
still mixed with the unresolved angst about depots.
On the Monday I took a decisive step in the evening; decided
my Manifesto at forty pages was too short to be published as a
book in its own right by publishers through the four agents I
still had ‘live’; and merged it into the back of my main book.
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