A rum bed; be a drum
How can a place be so beautiful, but so ugly below the surface?
There was some good news: allegedly, Msrs BSF (oh, there are a lot of things that could stand for) are going to ask us for an extension of seven days to our deadline of July1 to which Jon seems to think it's only fair to agree. The captain has said he won't take Jon on the delivery because at least he thinks my delivery is more important. Jon has a job interview next week. Allegedly we can move into the renovated place this weekend. We lost a bed today that we really needed to buy on a second-hand website because Jon was too busy over-seeing some idiotic lazy boys who seem to take more time doing things than if he did himself. The Bean is proving to be a little boxer...and my rock at the moment on this god forsaken island.
Good luck to Mum and Dad and Alex for all their challenges in the next week
xxx
5 Comments:
Han, it was so good to 'talk' on messenger. Hang on in there, Beanie Baby!
By Anonymous, at 6:11 pm
Also, best of luck to Jon for the interview. Where and when? I won't ask what..
By Anonymous, at 6:14 pm
Hi there one more day one more week -the fingers are getting stiff! what's the interview for or is it a closely guarded secret?? I have to tell you that Jon boxed and kicked for 4 months and indeed cam out kicking -don't wish to alarm you, at least it was quick! Tell him not to worry about sending Sarah details of his car insurance -I have sent them. I think Bean should call me Nanny Hils -does that sound ok
By Anonymous, at 6:06 am
Hey Han
Love you lots - keep smiling little cuz. am sure things will work out in the end
xxx
By Anonymous, at 8:30 am
your Fairy Godmother's sends her love and support as always - but se
nds her message to you on e-mail. So swop over to your e-mail address Han.
x
By Anonymous, at 11:12 am
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