Off to work again in 10 minutes.
Another day, another Dollar (Pound to be correct)
It’s payday on Friday this week. It’s early because of the bank holiday.
Not that it make much of a difference.
Once all the bills are paid and future bills are covered there’s nothing left to do anything with.
It gets a bit depressing after a while.
At least I can say we have a roof over our heads and food in our bellies.
We may be wearing rags and have holes in our shoes but we’re still here.
Underwater and breathing through a straw but we’re still here.
We won the lottery last night.
A whopping £2.70. Yay.
Our luck has got to change.
Ian can’t keep doing shift work for much longer. 30 years is enough and it’s now impacting his health.
I just want to be a stay home Mum (and future Grand Mum)
Unfortunately things keep conspiring against us and the cost of living just keeps going up.
Anyway, now that I’ve thoroughly depressed myself, I’d better drag my backside to work.
Categories: General diary entries