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

ooks was out of the question, and she said I was only well
enough to take a guitar course and possibly a year’s training
only at the local college, as an electrician! Certainly there was
no way that benefits would stretch to paying for the distance
learning about how to become a plumber or electrician for
which I still await a phone call even now, Sunday 12 th July.
Disappointed, I reflected on an earlier very belated success that
came in the post earlier that day. My damned ITIN number
had finally been assigned. I emailed the W8BEN form with this
to Lulu, and then posted them a copy. Much good it may do I
thought, they are making no sales reports, for months now, but
an ITIN may now become vital now I may get a US publisher
through Writers Literary Agency! I had a massive four hour
sleep that afternoon in the heat!
Then there was a bombshell from Julie, after asking me round
as she had ‘something to say’. It was an outburst of female
‘logic’, as follows: - “If I go on holiday with you, we will have
sex, then none when we get back!” (i.e. she would make sure
of that!) In other words, she was backing out of any holiday
with me – so I went home, and emailed a cancellation to
Dorset…
After that outburst, Thursday was again very quiet. At
midnight I paid for my critique on ‘Scientific Proof’, as soon as
the £52.50 cheque cleared, with some money already left in the
account from yesterday to easily cover the full cost. I rang the
IET and asked for my £600 holiday grant – I now planned to
spend some days with my father like last year. They got me to
confirm that I needed the full £600 in an email. The reply
email said it would be paid by next Wednesday.
Friday too was quiet apart from my depot – but
www.writersliterary.com acknowledged my payment and sent
the critique form for me to fill in. There was one possibly
awkward problem – they wanted the manuscript in such a form
that I would literally have to dismember and mangle my
existing pristinely presented (for self publishing) version. In
the end I sent it as it was, as a pdf file, and told them to
convert it into ‘their’ form themselves if it was not a fully legible
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