I am a bit late this morning. I seem to have overslept but after all, what the hell. It is Saturday, and you know how worried I was that I would not get the money from my bank in the UK in time to pay for my room for another month; I just made it.
Category: Letters from America (Page 1 of 5)
What’s happening at your end, Jimmy? It’s been quite a while. Mine is a bit uncertain at the moment. Paul phoned to tell me he had spoken to Barclays. He has made arrangements to send me a further (new amount) to arrive here at a specific time this morning. I telephoned Federal Express, and a young lady gave me the information I need, so we’ll see.
Nothing is sacred, as you know, my dear Jimmy. So, please read between the lines. I mentioned last time about the several thousand passengers who have disappeared in one area of the United States alone. I began to think about these areas like Florida, and my overactive mind started working overtime.
My dear Jimmy, I have a moment at 2:45 pm and I am writing before my programme starts. Just came back from lunch. Had so much meat, the restaurant must have killed a whole lamb and a calf, too. Ate as much as I could and brought back some for the DOG. Now, who or what is that?