Leggings - Last three weeks...

Leggings,

Lets meet up... I've been....

Last three weeks...

Off sick for two, recovering this third week. Trying to put life together neatly. I keep on having odd thoughts such as what would a certain Saudi Prince look like if he was bald?

You get the drift...

Not together enough yet.... Not surprising as I awoke to some male shouting that I couldn't see anyone at around 6.45am... What a plonker! Has no-one ever heard of using the door bell?

I've obviously inherited a butler. Is it Paul Burrows? Gosh! Golly Gosh! I'll be more famous than

Anna Wallace (whosoever she was/is)....

The tormentors are having a lovely time. For all the time I was ill, they said they'd won. They wanted to do me to death. “You've got the same thing the street people do... You'll die soon!”

They are quite upset now. Tonight they've really got into gear and spent the last day earning their food, sweetly cooked for them and delivered at great expense at nearly midnight.

It's obvious that its a nest of Vampires...

A bit before that they were on about hanging onto my old Swiss bank account. I was

surprised, how could they have got that? I thought that was safe. I'll have to hope that it is... along with my black dot.

They had a Japanese man here for a while, he was upset with them, wanted money. He began on me for a fight. I refused. Eventually he lost his temper, and I told him to ask them for the money to go home. To Japan. Plus expenses. I haven't any money... I was trying to work out bills at the time...

I guess its a go at worrying me to death... I've had a shower and I'm ready to drop into sleep...

Night!

Kitty.