I don't know what is going on, but the only people who seem to want to get back in touch with me at the moment either want money from me, or want - like John - to slap me 'till my teeth rattle. The ones that want to do that stand a much better chance of success than John does, though.
I don't think the woman in Oxfordshire wants to pay me for the week spent going to and fro to her house to work, and my friends in Spain are not answering my requests to book their air b&b in Malaga.
The suppliers in Canada simply refuse to acknowledge that I exist at all, despite that I want to give them lots of money and have changed my email address simply for their benefit.
My friend who owns the company in Somerset will not call me back about a couple of little jobs that I want done, and the people who cut me a piece of marble (at my own expense) did not bother to tell me it had been done, so the client accused me of inefficiency.
The people (well bastards, actually) who are supposed to run my broadband and telephone will not respond to requests to get it working properly, and Apple has - once again - locked me out of my own photos, preferring that I download a 'free' photo-editing system that runs online adverts whilst I am trying to work on my own pictures. This is why I have not posted any pictures here today - I cannot get into my own files.
I think that I am supposed to be getting invisible as I get older, but that doesn't stop maniacs and advertising salesmen from spotting me.
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