Tatiana is thrown back on her own resources.
The story so far:
Tatiana is employed by a Oleg, a Russian oligarch exiled at sea on his yacht the Flying Dutchman (Letushchy Golandets, Letgo for short). Her job is to brief him on all aspects of British life pending his arrival in London. Oleg and his wife Natalya (Natasha) have a son Nicholas (Kolya)who is down for Eton. Tatiana has a bodyguard Alexander (Sasha) with whom she recently had to flee to a safe house in a remote part of Scotland. Due to difficulties with the bank, which has frozen Oleg’s account, Tatiana has had to let the basement of her house in London and Sasha has got a job as a roadie until Christmas with a touring theatre company...
Friday Oct 13th
Tatiana is thrown back on her own resources.
When I went to the bank in Knightsbridge with my passport, the woman behind the screen asked me a lot of questions about you and the account you opened for me. It seems the account has been frozen ‘pending further inquiries’. This is because Sasha opened it with a cash float. A million pounds. In a suitcase. Well, Olly, I am a woman of resource. Until you can us send some more, I have decided to let the basement of the house and sent Sasha to get a job guarding someone else. He has been taken on as bag carrier and security for a three-woman show called The Vagina Monologues which will be touring the UK until Christmas. So we will not starve. A local firm of estate agents has found me a tenant, conveniently for me a retired wealth management consultant, who moves in on Monday. Let’s hope the bank account will be unfrozen by the time you come ashore. I will also try to get work, perhaps teaching Russian, or as a guide to other Russians visiting London. To this end, I thought I should advertise so I went up the road to buy the Russian language newspapers published here. As I mentioned to you before, according to the invariable British custom, the newspaper shop is run by a family of Indians, named Patel. All this stress has made me think about my health and fitness so I have added a Pilates class to my personal training once a week. With my personal trainer, we run round the park and do strenuous exercises, swinging our arms with weights and getting sweaty. Pilates is to do with being correctly aligned and making quite small muscular efforts, in its own way very demanding and rewarding. The class is at the local health centre. There is line dancing there as well, which may be of research interest in due course. There was a colossal downpour of rain yesterday and the front door started to stick. A representative of a famous firm of locksmiths called Banham’s came to have a look. He says it must be that the rain has caused the wood to swell and they will come to adjust it today, plane it and fit three new hinges. Is this global warming?? Your English idioms of the day: Rat-arsed (drunk); all over the shop (confused); if push comes to shove (if absolutely necessary).
The copyright and all other rights in this blog and the characters featured in it belong to Tatiana Larin-Gremin, and they may not be copied, adapted or otherwise used without her agreement.
Tatiana is employed by a Oleg, a Russian oligarch exiled at sea on his yacht the Flying Dutchman (Letushchy Golandets, Letgo for short). Her job is to brief him on all aspects of British life pending his arrival in London. Oleg and his wife Natalya (Natasha) have a son Nicholas (Kolya)who is down for Eton. Tatiana has a bodyguard Alexander (Sasha) with whom she recently had to flee to a safe house in a remote part of Scotland. Due to difficulties with the bank, which has frozen Oleg’s account, Tatiana has had to let the basement of her house in London and Sasha has got a job as a roadie until Christmas with a touring theatre company...
Friday Oct 13th
Tatiana is thrown back on her own resources.
When I went to the bank in Knightsbridge with my passport, the woman behind the screen asked me a lot of questions about you and the account you opened for me. It seems the account has been frozen ‘pending further inquiries’. This is because Sasha opened it with a cash float. A million pounds. In a suitcase. Well, Olly, I am a woman of resource. Until you can us send some more, I have decided to let the basement of the house and sent Sasha to get a job guarding someone else. He has been taken on as bag carrier and security for a three-woman show called The Vagina Monologues which will be touring the UK until Christmas. So we will not starve. A local firm of estate agents has found me a tenant, conveniently for me a retired wealth management consultant, who moves in on Monday. Let’s hope the bank account will be unfrozen by the time you come ashore. I will also try to get work, perhaps teaching Russian, or as a guide to other Russians visiting London. To this end, I thought I should advertise so I went up the road to buy the Russian language newspapers published here. As I mentioned to you before, according to the invariable British custom, the newspaper shop is run by a family of Indians, named Patel. All this stress has made me think about my health and fitness so I have added a Pilates class to my personal training once a week. With my personal trainer, we run round the park and do strenuous exercises, swinging our arms with weights and getting sweaty. Pilates is to do with being correctly aligned and making quite small muscular efforts, in its own way very demanding and rewarding. The class is at the local health centre. There is line dancing there as well, which may be of research interest in due course. There was a colossal downpour of rain yesterday and the front door started to stick. A representative of a famous firm of locksmiths called Banham’s came to have a look. He says it must be that the rain has caused the wood to swell and they will come to adjust it today, plane it and fit three new hinges. Is this global warming?? Your English idioms of the day: Rat-arsed (drunk); all over the shop (confused); if push comes to shove (if absolutely necessary).
The copyright and all other rights in this blog and the characters featured in it belong to Tatiana Larin-Gremin, and they may not be copied, adapted or otherwise used without her agreement.
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