endwich bank Fulham Branch 3 Fulham Road, London SW6 9JH To: Ms. Rebecca Bloomwood Unit 2, 4 Burnie Road, London SW6 8FD Dear Miss Bloomwood: Thank you very much for your letter of July 15th.I am delighted to learn that you have had an account with us at Endwich Bank for nearly five years now. Unfortunately, our bank does not have the "five-year customer bonus" you suggested, nor the overdraft amnesty of "eliminating bad credit records".I agree with you that both suggestions are very good ideas. However, I think we can loosen your overdraft limit by another £500, bringing the total limit to £4000.I suggest we meet as soon as possible to discuss your growing financial needs.

Shun Zhi respect branch manager derek smeez July 18, 2001 endwich bank Fulham Branch 3 Fulham Road, London SW6 9JH To: Ms. Rebecca Bloomwood Unit 2, 4 Burnie Road, London SW6 8FD Dear Miss Bloomwood: I am glad that the letter I sent you on July 18 was helpful to you. However, I would appreciate it if you would stop referring to me as "lovely Smeez" and "the best bank manager in the world" on your TV show as a featured guest. Of course, I'm really glad you see me that way, but my superiors are very concerned about the public impression of Endwich Bank.They ask me to write to you, therefore, and ask for your understanding.

Shun Zhi respect branch manager derek smeez July 23, 2001 endwich bank Fulham Branch 3 Fulham Road, London SW6 9JH To: Ms. Rebecca Bloomwood Unit 2, 4 Burnie Road, London SW6 8FD Dear Miss Bloomwood: Thank you very much for your letter of August 18. I regret to know that you are still feeling that your new overdraft limit is not meeting your needs.I know it's a rare opportunity to have a great summer sale at Pied a Terre.If, as you say, increasing your overdraft limit would make a 'complete difference', I'd be happy to raise your overdraft limit by another £63.50.

However, I still recommend that you come to my branch in person so that we can review your financial situation more fully.My assistant, Miss Erica Parnell, will be happy to arrange our meeting for you. Shun Zhi respect branch manager derek smeez August 20, 2001 Well, don't panic.do not panic.It's just a matter of settling down, keeping calm, and thinking about what to bring.Then it is neatly folded into a suitcase.I mean, what's so hard about it? The bed was messy, I took a step back from the bed, closed my eyes, and secretly hoped that as long as I thought hard, maybe a miracle would happen, and the messy clothes on the bed would sort themselves into categories and fold them neatly.Like those magazine articles on how to pack, how to go on vacation with just one cheap apron, but be clever enough to turn it into six different outfits. (I've always thought this was a complete fallacy, because, come to think of it, the apron was only worth ten pounds, and then a whole lot of clothes were added, costing hundreds of pounds, and it seemed like we should just ignore it.)

I opened my eyes, and the messy clothes on the bed were still piled up there, and they looked even more disorganized, as if when I closed my eyes, the clothes stuffed in the drawer also sneaked out and onto the bed.I looked around and there were piles of... um... mess all over the house.There were shoes, boots, t-shirts, magazines...a combo gift basket that was on sale at the Body store...a set of Lingo-style Italian tutorial records that I had to start learning...a bottle of facial sauna lotion...and, On my vanity stool sat a fencing mask and a sword, which I bought yesterday.It was only forty pounds and I bought it at a charity bazaar!

I picked up the sword and tried to step and stab at my reflection in the mirror.What a coincidence to buy this sword and protective mask.Ever since I read that article about fencing in The Daily World, I've been wanting to learn fencing.Did you know that a fencer's legs are longer and more graceful than those of athletes in any other sport.Besides, if you are skilled in fencing, you can also act as a stunt double in movies and earn a lot of money! Therefore, I plan to find a place nearby to learn fencing, and learn it seriously for a while. I think I'll start learning fencing soon.

Next - and here's a little secret of mine - when I get a gold medal, or something, I'll write to Catherine Zeta Jones: A popular British film actress who played the leading role Elena in "Mask of Zorro" (Mask of Zorro), she married American movie star Michael Douglas in November 2000. ——Annotation.Because she's definitely going to want a stunt double, isn't she? So why not me? In fact, she might be leaning toward an Englishman as a stunt double.Maybe she'll call me back and say she's been watching my profile on cable TV and has been wanting to meet me! Gosh, isn't that beautiful? We might be so much alike, and have the same A sense of humor, like-minded.I would then move in to live in her luxurious home, meet Michael Douglas, and play with their little darling.We will get along like old friends, unrestrained and free.What magazine will come to do a special edition of celebrity friends, interview and report all of us, maybe even ask me...

"Hi, Bex: Bex is the nickname of the heroine of this book, Rebecca, and another nickname is "Becky".—Annotation!" The scene of me laughing with Michael and Catherine fades away, and my attention snaps back to the scene in front of me.My roommate, Suzie, was walking into my room, wearing a set of vintage Scottish paisley pajamas. "What are you doing?" she asked curiously. "Nothing!" I said, hastily moving the fencing sword behind my back. "It's just...you see. It's just moving your hands and feet." "Oh, really," she said vaguely, "so—you've got all your bags packed?" She went over to the mantelpiece in my room, picked up a lipstick, and painted it on her lips.Suzie was always coming over to my house to put on lipstick—like walking around my house, picking things up, looking at them, and putting them down.She said she likes to look at new things, like running into a thrift store and finding all the unexpected things.Of course, I knew full well that she meant no harm in saying that.

"It's almost finished," I said, "and I'm thinking about which box to use." "Oh," said Suzie, turning her lips almost bright red, "how about that little beige suitcase? Or your red suitcase?" "I want to take this one with me." I said as I dragged out the new bright green shell-patterned suitcase from under the bed.I bought it over the weekend and it is absolutely beautiful. "Oh!" Suzie exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Bex! It's amazing! Where did you get it?" "Fenwicks," I said, with a big smile on my face, "how's it going, isn't it good?"

"It's the coolest case I've ever seen!" said Suzie, running her fingers over the top of the case. "So... how many suitcases do you have now?" She glanced up at my closet. On the top of the closet were a brown suitcase, a patent leather suitcase, and three suitcases. "Oh, look," I said, shrugging my shoulders with an air of innocence, "that's not much." I think I've been buying a lot of bags and things like that lately, but the reality is that for a long time I haven't had a single one I've been using, just a worn out canvas bag.Then, a few months ago, I made a remarkable discovery on the assortment of shelves at Harrods, sort of like St Paul's on the way to Mandalay St Paul's on the way to Mandalay: Mandalay It is a city in central Myanmar. The British novelist Kipling once wrote the poem "On the Road to Mandalay", which means "On the Road to Mandalay"; "On the Road to Mandalay" is also the name of a local cruise ship. ——Annotation.bags.Since then, I kind of made up for all those barren years.

Besides, everyone knows that a good bag is an investment. "I'm making tea," said Suzy, "would you like a cup?" "Oh, great, a drink," I said. "Want a Kit Kat?" Suzie asked with a smile. "Of course." Earlier, Suzie had a friend who came to live in our unit and slept on the sofa in the living room—he gave us a big box of Kit Kats, a hundred packets, when he left.Of course, he wanted to express his gratitude, but it also caused us to eat Kit Kat chocolates non-stop for several days in a row.Suzy was still saying last night that the more we keep eating, the faster we kill them--that's all, as long as you can eat it, it's always good for your health. Suzy walked slowly out of my room, and I turned to unpack the boxes.All right.focus.Pack your bags.This really doesn't take a lot of time.All I had to take was the daily necessities, in a small suitcase, for a few days in Somerset.I even made a list, just follow the map to find out. Jeans: two pairs.easy.A little worn, but not too badly worn. T-shirts: Actually, there are three pairs of jeans.I have to bring my new Diesel Diesel: a clothing design and production company based in Molvena in northeastern Italy. ——Annotation jeans, they are really cool, although they are a bit tight on the body.I would wear it for a few hours in the evening or whatever. T-shirts: Oh, and OASISOASIS: A Gift Company, an acronym for Organization of Associated Salespeople in the Southwest, Inc. ——I haven't worn the embroidered fringed shorts I bought at the trade fair.In fact, they don't matter, they're just shorts.Besides, even jeans don't take up much room in a bag, do they? Well, these jeans might work.Of course, I might take a few more if need be. T-shirts: pick and choose.Check it out.All white, no doubt to bring.Gray, no doubt about it either.Black tank top, black tank top (Calvin Klein), another black tank top (Warehouse, but better looking), pink tank top, bright pink, pink— I stopped, holding the folded T-shirt up in the air, before I put it in the suitcase.This is so silly.How can I predict what t-shirt I'm going to want to wear? T-shirts are meant to be worn when I wake up in the morning based on my mood at the time, like crystal jewelry or gym balm.Think about it, if I wake up in the morning and feel that I want to wear that printed "Elvis Elvis (Elvis Presley): the famous American musician "Elvis Presley" in the 1960s and 1970s to bring black music to life." Known for its combination with country and western music styles. ——Annotation of a T-shirt with the words "Scratching on the top", but not wearing it, how miserable is it? You see, I think I'd better take them all.I mean, a few extra t-shirts don't take up much room, do they? Don't feel like they're cumbersome. I stuffed them all into a suitcase and crammed a few more bras. great.This capsule-style squeeze pack really works.OK, so what to do next? Ten minutes later, Suzie walked into my room again, carrying two cups of tea and three Kit Kats.We know that there is more than enough chocolates for two people to eat. "Here's the tea," she said, and then gave me a good look. "Bex, are you all right?" "I'm fine," I said, blushing a little. "I was trying to fold the corset a little smaller." I've packed a blue cloth jacket and a leather jacket in my bag, since the weather in September is often unpredictable.I mean, one day it's hot and sunny, another day it's snowing.What if Luke and I go hiking in the country and the weather suddenly changes.Besides, I've had this beautiful Patagonian corset for a long time, and I've only worn it once.I tried to fold it up, but accidentally dropped it on the ground.Omg, this reminds me of camping out on field trips with the Brownies and trying to tuck my sleeping bag back into the trunk. "How many days are you planning to go this time?" Susie asked. "Three days." I gave up trying to fold the corset down to the size of a matchbox.Once you let go, the vest bounces back to its original loose state.Feeling a little dejected, I sat back on the edge of the bed and sipped my tea.I really don't understand, how can others pack their bags easily? I often see people on official business trips boarding the plane with only a bag the size of a shoe box with pulleys, with a relaxed expression on their faces.How do they do it? Do they have some kind of magic compression suit? Or is there another trick to folding and compacting carry-on clothes into a box the size of a matchbox? "Why don't you take that handbag with you?" said Suzie. "Did you say you want to bring it?" I hesitated looking at the full box.Come to think of it, maybe I won't need three pairs of boots, and that fur cape. At this time, I remembered that Suzie went out almost every weekend, and she usually only carried a small, thin and flat backpack. "Susie, how do you pack it? Is there any special way?" "I don't know," she replied vaguely, "I think I still pack the way we were taught at Burton Girls' School. First make a list of clothes for various occasions and then pack according to the list. She began to count with her fingers, "Like...going out, eating, sitting by the pool, playing tennis..." She looked up, "By the way, each piece of clothing should be used at least three times." Gosh, Suzie is a genius.She knows all about it.When she was 18, her parents sent her to Burton Girls' School, which is located in a busy part of London. The school taught students how to talk to the bishop and how to step out of a sports car while wearing a miniskirt.She also knows how to handle various situations. I quickly wrote down some broad prompt words on a piece of paper.It looks like this, and it's much better than stuffing things in the suitcase indiscriminately.By doing this, I don't pack more clothes than I need, just what I need. Costume 1: When sitting by the pool (when the sun is shining) Costume Two: While sitting by the pool (cloudy weather) Costume 3: When sitting by the pool (when the buttocks look fat and loose in the morning) Costume Four: When sitting by the pool (when someone else has the same swimsuit) Clothing five: The phone in the living room rang, but I didn't look up.I could hear Suzie talking excitedly—and then, a moment later, she appeared at the door, flushed and cheerful. "Guess what it will be?" she said. "Guess what." "what is the matter?" "The gift shop called 'Box Beautiful' had sold out of the frames I made and they called to say they wanted more!" "Oh Suzie! That's awesome!" I squealed. "Yes!" She ran over, and we hugged and danced excitedly.It took Suzie a moment to realize she still had a cigarette in her hand and nearly set my hair on fire. Come to think of it, Suzie started making frames a few months ago - and now she's supplying four stores in London and she's doing really well! She's been featured in so many magazines, it's And it's not surprising, because her frames are really cool.Her latest collection is framed in fuchsia tweed and stored in dainty gray boxes wrapped in bright turquoise wrapping paper. (I helped her choose this color.) She is really successful, and now she doesn't even need to make it herself. She just sends the designed pattern to a processing factory in Kent, and the processing factory makes it and sends it back give her. "Have you cleared your trunk?" she said, puffing on her cigarette. "Yes," I said, waving the paper in my hand to her, "I wrote down everything I wanted to bring, even my socks. "very good!" "Only I've got another pair of shoes to buy," I said casually. "Lilac sandals." "Lilac sandals?" "Well," I raised my head with an innocent look on my face, "Yes. I want to buy a pair. You see, those sandals are cheap but good-looking, and they go well with several kinds of clothing..." "By the way," Suzie said, she paused and frowned slightly, "Bex... the lilac sandals you mentioned last week? And they were expensive, at LK Bennet? " "Really?" I felt a little red in the face, "I... I don't remember. Maybe. But..." "Bex," said Suzie, with a sudden suspicious look on her face, "be honest with me. Do you really need any lilac sandals? Or do you just want to buy them?" "No!" I defended myself, "I do. Look!" I took out the outfit matching picture and spread it out for Suzy to see.I have to say, I'm pretty proud of myself for planning this look.This matching diagram is still a very complicated flow chart, full of squares and arrows, and asterisks marked with red pens. "Yeah!" Suzie exclaimed, "Where did you learn that?" "In college." I said with a humble look on my face.I studied business and accounting at university and got a degree - what a surprise, what I read came in handy. "What does this grid refer to?" She pointed to a grid on the picture and asked. "That's..." I glanced at the picture, thinking about what I remembered. "I think it's a fancy restaurant suit, and in case you've worn the Whistles suit the previous day, you can switch." "And what about this set?" "I wore that outfit when I went hiking. This one..." I pointed to an empty box on the picture and said, "That's what I wanted to wear with the lilac sandals. Without the lilac sandals, the outfit wouldn't look good." The effect is coming, and that set is the same...otherwise it will be a mess. I might as well not go." Suzy didn't say a word for a while, just studying my outfit map carefully.I bit my lip and put my hands behind my back, feeling uneasy. I know this seems a little unusual.I know that usually people don't ask their live-in friends to check out everything they want to buy.But as it stands now, I made a small promise to Suzie not long ago that she would oversee my shopping.That is, let her check it out for me. Don't get me wrong.Not that I have a problem with shopping, or anything.That was just a few months ago, and I was really in...well, a little bit of financial trouble.Just a little tight - nothing to worry about.But when Susie found out, she made a fuss, saying that it was for my own good, and from then on every expense would be checked for me. She really walks the talk.She is really strict.Sometimes I am really worried to death, afraid that she will say that this is not allowed to buy, and that is not allowed to buy. "I get it," she said finally. "You really have to wear these costumes, don't you?" "Indeed." I said with a sigh of relief.I took back the outfit matching chart from her, folded it, and put it back in the small bag. "Hey Bex, is that new?" Suzie asked suddenly.She opened my closet door, and I couldn't help feeling nervous.She frowned, looking at my lovely new coat in the cupboard, honey-yellow.I snuck it into the house the other day while she was showering in the bathroom. I mean, I was going to tell her, I just didn't have time to say it. Well, don't look at the price tag, I prayed to myself.Never look at that price tag. "Ummmmmmm," I said, "it's new. That's...because I need a new coat in case the TV station asks me to do that 'Morning Coffee' exterior." "Would you?" Suzie asked, looking confused. "I mean, I always thought you were just working in the studio, commenting on financial matters or something." "Yes...but it's hard to say. It's safe to be prepared." "I think so..." Suzie said hesitantly, "And this coat?" She picked up a coat hanger, "This one is new too!" "This one was worn on the air," I snapped up. "What about this dress?" "It was worn during the show." "Where are these new pants?" "yes--" "Bex," Suzie said, squinting at me, "how many outfits do you wear on your show?" "Well—look," I pretended to be all right, "I've got to have some spares. I mean, Suzy, it's about my job. My job." "Yeah," Suzie finally said, "Yeah, I think so." She reached out and stroked my new red silk top. "That's a nice one, too." "Yes," I said with a big smile on my face, "I bought this top to wear to my special in January!" "You have a January special?" Suzy asked. "Oh, what's that?" "The show will probably be called 'Becky's Fundamentals of Money Management,'" I said, reaching for my lipstick. "It's sure to be fascinating. Five ten-minute shows, all of which I'll be the featured guest on!" "Really, so what are your basic financial principles?" Suzie asked, with an interested look on her face. "Um... well, I haven't really thought about it yet," I said, carefully applying lipstick, "but you know. I'll figure it out when the show comes on." I snapped Close the lipstick mirror case with one sound, and reach for the jacket, "See you later." "Okay," Suzie said, "remember, just buy one pair of shoes!" "Okay! I promise I'll only buy one pair!" It was kind of Suzy to care about me so much.But she really didn't have to be so serious.To be honest, she didn't really understand my situation.Yes, I had a little financial crisis earlier this year.As a matter of fact, at one point I was in debt...a lot, I would say. But then I was on “Morning Coffee,” and that all changed.I have completely turned over the page in my life, working very hard - and paying off all my debts.Yes, I paid off my debts! I wrote check after check—paying off every line of credit, every store credit, every loan from Suzie. (Susie couldn't believe it when I handed her a check for a few hundred pounds. At first she didn't want to accept the check, but then she changed her mind and ran out of the house to buy this beautiful dazzle sheepskin coat.) Honestly, paying off your debts is the most wonderful and happiest thing in the world.That was a few months ago, but thinking about it now still gives me a burst of excitement.There's nothing like being completely out of trouble financially, is there? look at me now.I've been transformed, I'm not the Becky I used to be.I was born again.I didn't even have a penny overdraft.