It turns out I have been so much the fool. Of course I should have known and Pupu has made this so. Bogdan and his men have played terrible games with me and used my trusting natures for their funny gains. I can not forgive and I can not forget. So I have asked them to leave. They told me I should pay them immediately and I told the to 'spin on this!'

But they became very persistent so I did, I admit it, pay them. Even more than they first said because Bogdan forgot to mention the special Essex tax which I hadn't heard of.

So now I have in my garden a three sided hut with no roof and a tent and all in nearly November. I did cry for a while. But Pupu did not see me. I will not let her see my pains.

So. After my humiliation I must buckled down and find a new Mandy. I have put an advertisement in the Woodford Gazette:

"Professional gentle man seeks brilliant young girl for experiments. Own Doctor's coat and clipboard preferable. Must be prepared to answer to 'Mandy'. Ink refills and stationery suppled (within reason)."

So. I have had a replies (mainly old women from Chigwell). And one from Vicki in Highams Park. She is not the best ticket in the looks region, but she does have her father's coat from his hardware shop (not white as much as beige) and a good supply of pens from her time in Rymans (who were very generous to give her a whole consignment). She will work with me all the hours and is wholeheartedly committed to my eating and sleeping experiments. Indeed she suggested that it was perhaps possible that she match my eating and I was so immersed that I heartily agreed to build this into her expenses.

She will even try sleeping during her shifts too!

There is hope.

Peace,

Jan SInk