I woke up somewhat earlier than planned at 0200 I arose I took my blood sugar and I had a piss. My blood sugar was 9.2. I was pleased with that. I went to work at 0750. I rode my bike down to see Marcel. I helped him have a shower and to get dressed. I left him at 0900. Then I went on my bike to see Stuxnet at 0915. Stuxnet was concerned about transferring £250 to the office so that they could give it to me to bring to him. Stuxnet wanted nothing apart from a resolution to this issue. I left Stuxnet at 0925, and I headed for my next visit with Alvin. I bumped into Alvin outside 'Nisa local' in Queens Crescent around the corner as I was about to arrive to see him. Alvin told me that he did not want anything. I reported that to the office. I had about 1 hour free so I rode home. At home I had a cup of tea at about 0950. 1050 I rode over to the Finchley Road to see Jorge at 1120. With Jorge, you go in, you wash and refill his water glass with chilled water, and you then wash up whatever else there is there, you clean the kitchen and then you do the vacuuming, then you mop the bathroom and the kitchen and take out the trash, then you do his eye drops, then you apply a waxy african witch doctor home made (by his son) external application only remedy - it is not properly cream - nor is it properly ointment - or lotion - what it reminds me of is a beeswax oil painting medium I used to make with beeswax from Cornellisen’s art shop in Bloomsbury, and with linseed oil and rectified spirits of turpentine from Bird and Davis, in Holmes road, but it had a substantially different odour. Another thing it is similar to is; ‘Chelsea’ Dubbin, or even ‘Chelsea’ ‘leather food’, but even a bit firmer. And not smelling the same at all. You are not supposed to apply anything other than recognized brands to clients, in case it destroys them. However. I took a chance with it. I always do. He has it on his back, his legs, and his feet. Jorge is always nude. He has the window wide open. Then after that, you go to the shop for him to get bread and milk. While I was in the shop, the office called me and asked me to go to 5 St Pancras way to pick up some shopping vouchers for Stuxnet on my way to see him, as it were. I left Jorge at 1225. I rode over to see Robert at 1235. Robert told me that his recently deceased mother had taught him a few things in his life. Such as cooking and cleaning and dusting. He did not want anything. In his autistic musical repetitiveness; it was as if he performed a little poem for me. I left him at 1245. If you say 'goodbye' to him - he is obliged to return the compliment several times over - so I merely wave my hand and this serves to temper his compulsions. I arrived at Stuxnet at 1400 with the vouchers I had collected, now depleted at Sainsbury's where I had spent them on my way to see him. I brought him a nice selection of foodstuffs. I took the opportunity to get myself a litre of whiskey as well, while I was there in Sainsbury's Camden. I had called Stuxnet when I first had the vouchers, and I asked him what he wanted me to get with the vouchers from Sainsbury’s? Stuxnet told me to get ‘anything you like.’ Nevertheless, while I was with him, Stuxnet asked me to go down to the corner shop to get him a sandwich but I told him I had just brought him plenty of things to eat including sandwiches and jam doughnuts. I sorted out his kitchen and I made him a cup of coffee. I left Stuxnet at 1430. Just to let you know; that when I picked the vouchers up for Stuxnet, it was in the nerve centre of Camden Council at 5, St Pancras way. This is a lavish cathedral of sumptuous and modern official magnificence. The woman at the desk, aged 50, gave me to know that there was some kind of skullduggery afoot, alive and abroad in the world. This all because; I had told her in passing, that I was having memory issues and problems associated with routine matters that were formerly always assuredly the automatic actions of a morally confident man. She issued that; the anonymous ‘string pullers’ the ‘hidden masters’ had been, and were, executing a diabolical plan of ravishing and of outrageous psychological abuse; fit to exhaust the moral energy of the finest amongst us and that their gruesome and abominable and vile and violent machinations and attacks had drained and depleted the powers of concentration of even the best amongst us, as a matter of course. In fact, she suggested to me that I might cure myself merely by eating the right food. 1445 I arrive on my bike to see Alvin again. I found him in his bed and dead 'Guinness' drunk. I stayed with him for 30 minutes and I cleaned his kitchen. Alvin lives in real filth and in real feces. He hardly ever lets you clean. He says that he ‘will do it’ - but he never lifts a finger. I took my chance with him being poisoned and debilitated into his bed in his own futile excess. Imagine a beautiful white cotton towel turned very brown and scarred with feces corner to corner. This i

I have just seen this documentary right where there was this married couple and they had an au pair and then the woman from the married couple went potty she went barmy she became paranoid and deluded by fantasies originating entirely in her own mind and based upon and extrapolated from no facts in existence and they said that her husband was a weirdo too and his wife's indisposition suited him down to a tee and they both got totally revved-up into a fantasy world of their own making supporting each other into insanity for the au pair this meant being abused and starved and then murdered this couple were british.