been robbed

pearl asked me in; usual ploy, see how i am. she then asks a load of questions rat-tat-tat....staring at her computer. i could see as usual she wasn't even listening. totally unconcerned, 'heart-attack? mm... couldn't see dr? mmm...evil pirits?m....whats your name again? she didn't once look at me. i look like about to die. but she will never know. so i had a go. they are supposed to listen, not interrupt every 30 seconds as if i'm talking too much. and what she does is enter my remarks as y/n on the fucking pc. then started about the smashed windows yesterday. still not in the same room, she was justifying herself...she's a BRILIANT person. in fact she's useless. told her this, left. told recep. take me off that morons list right now! well you expect a nurse to at least look up and ask if you okay when you tell them you had a heart-attack the day before!! this is all merton. st georges, like i say, has become a nest of witches, hellbent on murder.all of them are at it. but i say so. object quite loudly. so that makes me target 1. so an session supposed to be 40 minutes ended in the usual 4.

and on the way home got off the bus to find in the shop my pass plus ALL my cards plus £20 gone. looked up and down asked around...this big ugly black man peeled off sharpish. so i know it was him. designer clothes, able-bodied, loads of gold...and thats what they do all the time. either stealing or begging. i've had a million blacks asking me for money. me! all dressed up and loads of gold. they think whites exist to be ripped off. one reason why i NEVER give anything to charity. they get it. whites just give. i said bollocks long ago. they had billions and still starve; cos they let the crooks get it...who keep them starving so the 'aid ' keeps coming. we should cut ALL aid.

so anyway all sorted. new pass, new cards ordered. but its pissed me off.