That's my hotline to God in Oraas. Only it doesn't work - the number six on the phone keypad sticks all the time so you can only dial numbers not containing that number. And Jesus's phone number must contain lots of sixes because no-one is answering my calls. That's why I'm not living in my now perfectly ready house.
Why not? It's all down to David Haigh - the Manchester property developer who is a legitimate crook. A crook because he took money off us and sold us expensive luxury apartments, pocketed the money, never finished the development leaving us stranded in mud, construction tools, boxes and barriers that have been blown asunder in the winter winds. And a legitimate one because the bank is trying to force him into bankcruptcy, he's fighting it and taking his time, so my buyers have pulled out, the flat's off the market, I can't sell it in the current position, and the law is on his side. So my whole life is on hold because of David and Alma Haigh.
So Jesus, as I was trying to ring you to say, this isn't fair and I think I deserve better. After all I might not be religious, but you are known for getting things done, or so it says in the book, so how about one for me in 2008? Give David and Alma Haigh leprosy, have them banished to some place far away where they can be redeemed by some missionary working on your behalf, and let all of us in Alnwick House get on with our lives.
Or maybe it's my payback time for reading Malleus Maleficarum when I was 14 in the convent which converted me into becoming a daughter of satan for the remaining duration of my convent schooldays.
posted by French Deal @ 10:43 am
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