Dear VNXH
Thank you for taking my solicitor's letter seriously and agreeing to not contact me whilst you remain under oath. I rather suspect this is in your self-interest rather than any polite request from my side, but all the same I am grateful for small mercies.
And so it is now we are out of time from the 'armistice' of recent weeks and into the countdown.
We are now fully tick tocking away.
And I'm now back into the zone of having to drive carefully.
And write even more carefully.
Not that I don't.
After all, I attended a speed awareness court.
And I realise words can be dangerous vehicles.
It's been agreed that we will be presenting your 'vitriolic' emails of yondermonth, that I've never read, for GG to read. Of course, I may be enlightened by their contents should GG order they be read out in court.
He may, of course, just read them, in his chambers. I don't know.
They must be pretty nasty. I hope to never know. But it's up to your team to object to their submissions. I almost hope they succeed.
But given your obsession with controlling my future, I should also let you know my glorious landlords demanded a house inspection this week.
Me, being me, just thought: thank heavens they didn't ask six months ago. So just said 'meh, whatever, whenever's good for you'
Apparently, I'm a delightful tenant, the best they've ever known. Kindly, respectful, considerate but of most significance: I you always pay the rent on time. I like being validated as a great neighbour and that no one has any complaints about me. In fact, the landlords left stating that if they could wave a magic wand, they'd have me live here for years to come.
The bitter irony.
Woman. Knows her rights, but knows her responsibilities. More importantly, knows how to respect the rules.
One week, five days.