Sometimes one has to reflect on the personal injustices that one has had to bear quietly...

Are you not aware that's his pennypinching and total disregard for my welfare helped cause me to end up in rack and ruin? I don't know if you understand but his callous treatment of me was a factor in me being is such desperate straits that I could not help but lose my way. One can say all one likes about my own failings or 'mental states' but surely allowing your own cousin to starve on the streets of London and to complain that even a tenner was too much when they are saving for their 33rd European vacation is justifiably damnable. But of course, as the mental deficient I have been labelled I cannot claim to be in the right. Yes I admit that while I was there in his flat I used a few pounds of internet, took some coins from his raincoat and left the toilet seat up once but on the other hand I did shower that woman with expensive gifts to thank her for her hospitality (while selling my remaining belongings for food unbeknownst to her highness) and suffered the ignominy of sharing their miserable existence as he bent backwards to prevent her constant frown from becoming a scowl. Remember however even if I was the cause of her chagrin, I was only lucky enough to be in her presence for perhaps a total of an hour in my four day stay at his hovel as she would not deign to speak with me after the first dinner though I made every effort in that first meeting to get to know her in the most polite fashion I was able after a year in the topsy turvy world of Russian brusque. In fact for the two or three mornings we were in the house together as they slumped off to work and made every effort to socialise afterwards without me, I endeavoured to remain silent and only rarely dared to say anything of a cheerful or carefree manner as it was met with cold looks and  the obvious groans of those who prostitute themselves for the English pound in that miserable place.