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.
Category: Letters from America (Page 1 of 5)
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?
Does it seem as if I always only turn to you in times of need, my dearest Jimmy? I must appear to you like some Christians who only ever turn to prayer when they need the Lord’s grace. Do forgive me, sweetheart. I know that only you truly understand me, and you must know by now that my overactive mind always welcomes your ear.