I am feeling better perhaps today. Pupu did go to the gym for most of the day and so I was able to go on my business easily. I must decide if this new Polytron Records porn compilation is good for the memory of Klaus. It may make money for the second swim pool of Suzanne Watkins-Robb who still phones me up twice each day. I am lucky she is the only widow wife of Klaus to do so or I would be living in tent for always!

As it happens Bogdan and his men are working very hard. They do though look at me while grinning and whispering. I greeted them today with a joke and they laughed very much. I did not realize the joke was so funny! When I told them I had invested £15,000 at William Hill they laughed again and winked a lot and I was inclined to think how nice they are to be so happy for me.

One strange thing occurred, although, and I gave a call to Candi about my food experiment (the girl they mentioned) and she was insisting I must pay her to begin with, up front from cash in my car. Also she asked if, along with a clipboard and white coat, I would like her to have a whip. Of course, at the beginning I thought she meant an ice-cream in her break. But no - she actually meant a whip! A nice girl but far too eccentric for my requirements.

So the search goes along.

Peace,

Jan Sink

It is over. Pupu has told me I must go and I am devastated. But we have agreed that  instead of me moving to a flat or so forth, I may have a hut of sorts in the garden. She has asked Bogdan the maintenance man to build this for me and I will be to oversee and supervise. Of course it will have to have a small annexe for Helmut if he comes to England.

Pupu said I was a sad excuse of a man living in the shadow of porn music. I cried for almost three hours when she said this but now I am more resolved to carry on. I made my vow to Klaus and I will be keeping it.

So now, of all the crazy humiliations, Bogdan the maintenance man is building my new home. He has a team of men called Roy, Roy, Malcolm and Ted. They are very good men. They have given me very good tips about new girls for my food experiment. They gave me a phone number for a girl in Buckhurst Hill called Candi who will do ANYTHING!

They have also given me great introductions to a financial planners  in Woodford Green called William Hill. I went along with the £15,000 from Helmut's savings and they took it from me most enthusiastically. I didn't even need to fill out much forms. So to Les and his team - thank you!



I must away now. I am sleeping in the tent until Bogdan and Roy, Roy, Malcolm and Ted finish the hut.

Peace,

Jan Sink

Time is the most greatest healer of all as they say, and I should say I always believed in this. But the legacy of the night of the hot tub (good film title!) has set me a bit straight on this.

First, Pupu is uptight and will not speak (apart from to Bogdan the maintenance man). It is bad enough that I must bear the strangeness of Helmut in this way but Pupu also? She wears her Gucci sunglasses all day (and all night) and always her pistachio cat suit which she knows I hate.

On the other side of things, Mandy has told me she cannot work here again. This is a proper blow as my constitution will freewheel without her. She has offered to me that I could come to her mother's home in Loughton for observations but this would mean being there all day and her mother (a dreadful person) thinks this strange. So much for the 21st century!

So I face a crossroad. I am finding myself in a position of needing Bogdan the maintenance man to communicate with Pupu, and I must find another girl for the eating experiment. I have already tried the employing agency in Wanstead but the women there seemed to be laughing so much that even one had cake pieces coming out of her nose. So rude.

My life has lost its sheen.

Peace,

Jan Sink