Leggings - 3rd Night.

Night 3.

"You all did love him once not without cause." William Shakespeare.

We have sleep interuptuous. Which isn't all that its said to be. Although pregnancy isn't a problem anymore. The 3:30 ish chorus a man's single voice loudly complaining his woes at me refusing to wake up for his son was so loud, I wondered what family he belonged too. If he's a certain man........ how did he come by his house? The mind boggles.

He explained his threat – from the beginning of all this, ascertained that he was going to throw a lorry at my flat whether I was awake or not if I refused to wake up when the son made a repeat performance. Is this a car/lorry owners game? Years ago Al told me about the fun they'd had trying to outdo each other for monetary gain. A kind of Robin Hood rollover where the poor were likely to take some of the loot – as it hid the amounts taken by the big guys. This might help explain what later happened to Al. It also explains what happened to S (from the beginning of all this) if this guy is upset by my saying he's dead in this – if he's S's father – and he doesn't want him to be dead, and cannot find him. It's all so frustrating. He wasn't a man as these are men. That is behind why I liked him. The difference.  Al was 100% pure humour.

After all the nouveau riche don't want to be poor again, and don't want the truth told. The Hitler woman has just informed me that they've nobbled the Army and the Police again. Apparently they don't move everyone around. I'm to be considered a nasty person yet again. However consider how they influence first... and how Hitler in his time swayed Germany.... We must all be careful of how we use influence... and how we see people who do.

I put the light on, and dressed, packed a bag in case I should need to ask the Police for

help in finding a quiet place to sleep. Then I drowsed fitfully until....

I woke again around 6a.m, another voice loudly proclaiming his woes – yet not outside my flat this time – around another side of the building. When he was finished, a sprite ran out after him.

"Take this Masster," it said, waving handfulls of illegally taken buildings, and cash stolen from atm's all over Dereham where they use the numbers they brainread out of people's heads. "I'm so sorry for your trouble. This'll help though! Remember who your friends are, and we'll come round later on." It attempted a kiss, however the man ducked at the last minute and so they came too a resolution in a handshake.

"Thank you so much!" said the recipient. "It's lovely this is. I don't even feel evil for stealing from a war victim."

So there you go guys and girls, it's not me that's dealing out any money. I always tried to manage for myself. You have to go round the building 3 times widdershins to please the sprite and remember to kiss him on the lips when he obliges you. He loves a moaner. You know how to recognise him – easy – he does the dirty on everyone's toilet habbits on the buses and even in to the main stores to spread the stuff about. He's everyone's best friend – to their face – and he always gets to the bottom.

I've no idea exactly what you get though! Perhaps it's still the four and a half thousand quid they were throwing around before. They do so love to mismanage this money. Or perhaps the second shouting was hiding what they were really up too!

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