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A few days ago – the day after I had the original appointment with Murphy last week – I asked the man who runs the motorcycle shop next door whether he knows what Murphy looks like.
(I don’t. That is, years ago, there was someone hanging around here
a lot who seemed overly interested in me and I suspect that that was Murphy, because on 31 October 2016, Murphy told me on the phone that he was often hanging out here on Saturdays. A bald-ish guy I think that was, that guy who was hanging out around here a few times and who seemed a bit too focused on me.)
He said that he could not swear to what Murphy looks like. The motorcycle shop guy. Roger Downey. But Downey had this weird wary “is she going to jump at me with an axe” look in his eyes again when he spoke with me. It means that some kind of nasty gossip about me has been cooked up and spread about me behind my back again. (I hate
Portsmouth and its Portsmouth’s vicious bile-spewing machinery.)
I said that I’d arranged meeting with Murphy but had decided to cancel (that is, postpone) because I don’t know a thing about locks, wanted an expert present and the expert could not be there that day.
Then he suddenly said “oh, yeah, yeah, there was a bloke hanging out here with a clipboard. I saw him on the CCTV, yeah”. Since when does Roger Downey have CCTV that covers the buildings next to his?
What I had heard the previous day was the voice of what sounded like one of Downey’s staff, however, walking around (a guy with an unpleasant grating voice that you tend to notice). And I had earlier – maybe two weeks ago? – seen Downey indicate – from the Guinness patio next-door – broken windows in his garage roof. So maybe they had been walking around with a guy with a clipboard?
There is more. My hacker started indicating “everyone in town thinks you’re going senile” last year. So, did my hacker know that my postal mail from PCC was going missing? Did he know that there was postal mail that I had not received?
It is easy for me to assume that my hacker is the one who caused my postal mail to go missing, but there is an alternative explanation. It is possible that all he knew was that there was this rumour going around again. (This “the old cow is losing it” is one of the persistent rumours about me in this vicious town, where I don’t know anyone.)
It is possible that someone else held on to that letter for five months, just like someone else appears to have started withholding/delaying my letters after I moved into the property here in 2011. I remember going to Farnborough to meet up with someone and I found a hugely delayed letter that day, from the electricity company. I think I found it on my way out and took it with me on the train, opened it on the way to Farnborough.
In 2016, I arranged to meet with Murphy. He never showed. I wanted something done about the lock-picking. I wanted something done about the rubbish, too. I wanted something done about the locks in the front building.
At 11:23 (am) on 31 October 2016, I e-mailed the following from the train, to David Lancaster, my contact at Murphy’s outfit. (PDF) (headers below)
I just spoke with the landlord.
For you too: I am on my way to the airport right now and expect to be
back on Friday. (Going to Holland, work-related, tickets paid for by
As I just walked to the station, someone said “there goes the rent
deposit”. Whatever anyone tells you, I fully intend to be back on
Friday 4 (BE 1020). If I am not back on the 5th, I have either been in
an accident, there was airline trouble or some foul play occurred.
There appear to have been lots of nutty rumours about me in Portsmouth
over the years, cooked up while people were drunk at a pub or the
like, no doubt. Me “running” may be the next one, but I am not running
or fleeing or whatever. I will be staying at the Star Lodge Hotel in
Utrecht, also paid for by the Dutch.
Also, I left my flat in a decent state, but locals have been shimmying
the locks for years. They were up to something on Friday night when
police interfered and did get into the building on Saturday around 3
or 4 pm where they emptied a pot of icecream. As usual, the people in
the motorcycle shop saw and heard nothing, though the empty pot of ice
was standing outside.
I used to be a very happy, friendly and confident person but I am sick
of being terrorised and deliberately sabotaged by anonymous locals who
apparently hated the fact that I was making an independent living –
although at Innovation Space they said I am being targeted b/c I am
from Amsterdam. It goes very far. This has GOT to stop. Period. I have
the right to live peacefully and make a living. So do the people on
the ground floor.
So do other normal folks and business owners in this town, by the way.
Portsmouth has a serious attitude problem. I really liked this town,
and tried to keep liking it in spite of being targeted, but my
patience has run out. Someone has to DO something b/c the town is
going “to the dogs” and that is a shame.
For those who wonder why I bothered returning from the Netherlands in 2016, I had to finish the project in order to get paid and I could only wrap up the project by returning home. (I did not have any luggage with me.) And then I fell ill, so after I got paid, I still couldn’t leave Portsmouth. Because that too is being held against me, that I am still in Portsmouth, whereas trying to leave is also being held against me.
(19 February 2021: Post updated with preceding sentence, the PDF and the e-mail headers and now adding the remark that the message to my surprise DID come back as undeliverable – see below – and I then forwarded it from my phone to Ester/Esther Smith as far as I can see, at 11:36. The appointment I made with Murphy was on Saturday the 5th, 11-ish, at the rear building. I hung around for about an hour, but he never showed up. Around the time when someone got into the building on the 29th and emptied that pot of ice cream to pester the neighbours on the ground floor, someone also entered my flat in my absence, before the 31st. I used to call it “shimmying”, what is done to the locks, but I later learned that the correct term is “picking”.)