I Can Be Independent…Mostly

It certainly is fortunate that I have a manservant here to type this for me, because I constantly have trouble with the alphabet. Have you ever noticed that if you flip an ‘a’ upside down and add a little stalk, it turns into a ‘b’? How did the person who came up with this not realise what madness he was creating?? Don’t even get me started on the fiasco that is ‘i’ and ‘l’. The whole thing should’ve been tossed into the bin and done over, for the sake of all our sanity.

I can’t really do many things. Mother and Father say it’s because I’m a late bloomer, but I’ve noticed that a lot of my private school chums have reached the age of twenty-five and they’re all working in their father’s company, or they’ve started a company of their very own. And here’s me, still here, wondering how on earth the American and Australian dollar could possibly be different when they have the same symbol.

Father says I need to just be tossed in the deep end. He doesn’t trust me to buy my own home in Melbourne, property advocates exist for that sort of thing, so says Mother. So I’ll get a buyers advocate to find me a place of my very own, after which I need to work out living all by myself, with perhaps only 11 or 12 staff. Perhaps even fewer! It’s true, I’ve always had things done for me. Meals are cooked by Chef, cleaning is done by cleaners, and the tucking in process is pretty well handled by Percival, although he hasn’t seemed as enthusiastic about it since I turned 14 or so. I need to step out, maybe learn some life skills away from the family mansion. In my OWN mansion. I don’t trust myself to complete the home buying process. I think we’ll all agree that it’s a bit of a step up for a first try. Melbourne real estate buyers advocates are here for that sort of job. Tailor made for my situation. Just for me.

Alright Jerome, that’ll be enough.


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