No great surprise - I‘ve been evicted. Technically speaking I’m homeless. Not a huge problem. I'm staying with friends. Soon I’ll be leaving for Moscow.
Simon Landlord kinda imploded. Methinks mayhap he’s finally flipped. Threats when repeated quickly grow boring - And nobody hits me and lives!
Okay! That‘s a lie! But I did kick his goolies! Twice as it happens - Quite an achievement. After that my memory’s shot. Pushing and shoving and bouncing down stairs all kinda meld into one.
I’m guessing you’re thinking Poor Old Adam. If so - No need. I’m perfectly fine. I’ve known for a while that something would happen. I now have the chance to move on.
To that end I’m taking a break - After Moscow I’m off to The States. I’ll sort The Fund then start afresh. Where and with whom I haven’t decided.
I may or may not return to England. One of my hobbies is burning bridges. No going back - No rebuilding. At times methinks that’s how I progress.
Anything’s better than perpetual stasis. When things go well I tend to grow nervous. Okay! I know! Enough with the waffle! I’m really just trying to say my Goodbyes.
Take care - Be good - I‘ll send you a postcard! Shalom and Lochaim!
Adam ... x
