My passport has gone for some form of service. Last rites as far as I'm concerned. It is due to run out soon anyway, so will have to consider a new one.
Have decided, after good advice, that I am not going to make any money here. The building staff are determined to undermine anything I try to do, ignore any of my instructions, and generally take any opportunity to prove to the owner that I am not necessary here. Fuck them. I am not having my club's Sunday lunch guest list torn up and replaced by the housekeeper's choices. I've not even got the fight in me any more. Get me to a beach, and some decent food.
So over the next few weeks will try to find my next situation, somewhere. UK is the very last option, but may be necessary to re-collect my thoughts, and arrange the cash for the next adventure. Has been a good Summer though. No hard feelings - after all, it's not me that is losing. Sayonara baby.
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