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.
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There have been few reasons for me to think about my “Bully Boss” in recent years, but the Jeffrey Express bus had the sort of heating on yesterday that I first experienced at Swimer House in 1986. I have suffered it several times since, too, including in this very hotel room.
They call us “The Windrush Generation,” but I never came to England on any banana boat. I flew in from Kingston to London on a TWIA flight and was there in under 12-hours from door-to-door. I had no desire whatsoever to be cooped up onboard a ship at sea with all and sundry for weeks on end.
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.