My Good Friend,

How are you today? I hope all is well with you and your Family; I am writing to inform you that I have successfully transferred the Funds through the co-operation of a new Partner from Syria. And I did not forget all your past efforts in assisting me transferring the Funds despite that it failed us some how at that time. I want you to know that I am always careful while dealing with human beings to avoid attracting curses to my family and generations to come. For this reason, I have decided to reward you for all your past efforts and assistance.

Before I left Accra, Ghana to Damascus in Syria, I left behind the sum of USD$820,000 in A/C # 80200062807 and instructed Mr. Michael who is in charge of ATM Card department of ICB BANK LTD, Meridian Branch Accra Ghana, to program their Easy Cash ATM Swift Card payment mode which you can daily withdraw USD$2,000 through any ATM Machine Worldwide. Please you need to get in touch with him immediately and advice him to issue you an ATM Card valued USD$820,000 which I instructed him to program in your favour.

Please quickly get in touch with Mr. Michael through the contact information below:

C/P: Mr. James Michael,
Dir, ATM Swift Card Dept,
International Commercial Bank Ltd,
Meridian Branch, Ring Road Accra, Ghana.
Tel: +233-206522800 / E-mail: mrmichaelicbgh@gmail.com

Meanwhile, I might not be contacting you soon because I and my new partner are very busy with our projects at the moment. Therefore, quickly establish contact with Mr. James Michael immediately to enable you receive the ATM Card within the shortest possible time so that we can share our joy together after all the sufferings at that time and also note that I have forwarded this instruction to him on your behalf.

Take care and remain blessed.

Yours Truly,
Mr. Emmanuel Annan.

‹My first ever 419! Yay!›

Y’know, I get to see quite a bit of life from my study window. I usually have the window open while I work so I do get disturbed by the odd noise now and then and naturally jump up to have a good trunky. It’s so peaceful in our quiet little cul-de-sac that I’m afraid this is simply unavoidable behaviour.

So far today I’ve caught:

1. Some bored teenagers just hanging around with nothing better to do. I didn’t say anything, but they spotted me watching and decided to push off.

2. My next-door neighbour shoving her excess recycling into my green bin (it’s bin day today) without asking. Again no comment from me and I was spotted but cheerily waved at this time. Happily we’re not charged by weight for refuse disposal so I don’t really care.

3. Some idiot in a white van reversed into a couple of emptied bins (the bin-men always leave them right on the edge of the kerb). He didn’t bother to stop and see what that god-awful racket was. Could have been a child for all he knew. Didn’t get a chance to comment ‘cos he sped off sharpish. Should’ve got his company name and rego number. Could’ve made for an entertaining phone-call.

Sooner I get these net curtains stiched and rehung, the better.

‹Job Stats: (sorry Henners, had to nick your ‘Bridget Jones’ idea)
Applied for, 25;
Unsuccessful, 18;
Awaiting feedback after chasing at least twice, 5;
Under review at AWE, 2;
Interviews this week, 1 (tomorrow, in fact!›

For all it’s faults, television can provide perhaps unintentional amusement. At least I think it was unintentional for ITV to show a government advert warning of the dangers of over-drinking by young females, only to follow that up immediately with an advert from Tesco banging on about how cheaply they can sell you vast quantities of alcohol. Or maybe someone controlling the advert schedule has a sense of humour.

Ah, splendid.

In other news, between my new doctor and Stu I’m now feeling very guilty for not taking enough exercise. There’s a swimming pool within walking distance. I’ve even checked out the pool opening times and costs, both of which are very reasonable. I have no excuse, except there’s still a fair amount of turf-moving to be done in the garden. And weeding. And digging over the newest part of the veg-patch-to-be (including mixing in 2 bags of sharp sand because the soil is so full of clay one could reasonably expect to only grow pottery).

Hmm. I have a couple of application forms to post out today, plus a small package for overseas, so I might go for a swim before lunch. See how many depths I can do before I get too knackered.

‹Opts for large fry-up for brekkers; going to need the energy›