Fucking The Gardener Or Sometimes He Fucks Me…

I am so fucking glad I will be on holiday in two days… I know Bruce will be able to relate to this. (Hey man I am so glad you are here still though). I know I have said I don’t want to talk about school anymore but this place is so fucking fucked it’s unbelievable. When I think back to my schools in Australia and how things were there – it is like comparing really stinky dog shit and the most exquisite diamond.
Every day there seems to be filled with incredulous events that prompts the scant professional people in the place to say, “What the fuck is going on?”
My gardener left his motor-bike in Lombok so didn’t come to my house to do my garden when he was supposed to. Last night he messaged me asking could he come and stay so he could do my garden today. It’s not the garden he really is concerned about. He wanted to do me. I had already had a visitor – then he arrived. He has always been worried about my maid knowing he is doing it with me. He left his sandals inside the front door last night. He was asleep in my bed when she arrived this morning and he thought she didn’t know he was here. She would of seen his sandals…