I know I haven’t written in a while. Thing is I’ve been stuck at home with some sort of bug and couldn’t for the life of me shake it. It’s allright now though. I think. Still gotta stay close to a loo but I’ll make it. I think.
Had another unexpected visit. Fact is the geezer’s still here and I don’t know when he is planning to go. He drinks Rum (Mount Gay) and the Banks Beer; a few bottles every day, the Beer I mean and at least a pint of Rum. Bingeing he aint! Came on real strong first couple days, now trying for subtlety and innuendo. Matey, don’t care how you colour it, a threat is a THREAT. Sort of wish that Matilda would waltz in and blow him away. Sneaky guy. Very sneaky guy. Throwing me the third degree, poking around. Says he’s got a lawyer. Don’t they all!
He’s one of the G guys, No.1 he says. Had one of his goons (and his bird!) with him. They holed up in some hotel on the West Coast I believe. He sticking close by; too close. Got me dodging even if I aint diving. Wish he’d piss off to Suriname or something.
Got rid o the ex, thieving Matilda, and her flunky; now this. I can’t handle it Matey.
I still say not one o them getting a cent. And that’s that!
Don’t worry friend, I’ll send you a blank postcard like I did when I first got here, if anything.
Gotta get me a new phone. And spectacles. Can’t for the life of me find mine. Hope he didn’t nick ’em. Had to buy me a pair of those cheap reader things.
Kisses to the gals,