I am exhausted by my old clothes. It’s a long story, but I was staying in Penang last year then moved to the Malaysian capital Kuala Lumpur to help someone with some projects and my host said, ‘You don’t need to take everything.’
So I leave behind two bags of old T-shirts and jungle trousers. And maybe a pair of boots that wouldn’t fit anyone but me because I have small feet, and a few notebooks. Nothing of any value to anyone but myself. Now I need them back. The housekeeper who knows where the bags are is currently running a cafe for my former host and she is happy to bring them to the cafe so I can collect them, but he won’t let them out of the house …
I have called, emailed, he was complaining he has a lot to do – like I don’t – but he doesn’t need to do anything. Just get out of the way and not interfere with perfectly simple and efficient plans. Now I have a headache and a stiff neck.
Another rejection. Apparently I have written an ‘epic’. Who’d have thought? I was worried I hadn’t written enough.