Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Single White Female

Christ on a bike.  I am beginning to think that it wasn’t so bad in the house with a shitload of people after all.  I have spent the day alone, which generally suits me down to the ground, but it appears that the locals assume that any western woman travelling alone is looking to be rogered!!  It is a relentless barrage of attention (to which I'm normally quite partial but this is overkill).  This is where my new stalker comes in handy.  It appears that John is quite a big shot in town so I say that I am here as his guest and this seems to work.  I am now apparently the equivalent to a gangster’s moll.  Ace!

I did meet a nice bloke called Steve who has invited me out tomorrow to go and wash elephants.  Now as first dates go this is a complete winner.  It beats going to the Wimpy (and I actually, oddly love the Wimpy).  He said that he would take me on his bike which I agreed to.  He later showed me a whole bunch of pictures on his phone.  There was a picture of him looking not dissimilar to John Meric.  I asked him what happened to his face, only for him to casually reply that he fell off his bike (I really need to get this will sorted). Eekkk!!


I am now sitting in the safety of the princess palace and am as happy as a pig in shit.  I have managed to speak to Clarkey, Fish and Dad this week and laughed till it hurt so I’m a very content girl.  Maybe this is the turning point and you will no longer have to listen to me moan my tits off everyday.  Here’s hoping, for all out sakes. 


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