Inauspicious Starts

So, the week off work begins with…

  • Engineer visit to find out what’s wrong with the bastard cooker
  • A letter from my cretinous ex-accountant’s Official Receiver, basically stating I’ve got fuck-all chance of getting any money back.  (Which can be summarised thus : Assets : £5,000. Debts : £150,000. Chances : Fuck All)
  • Herself grouting tiles
  • Yours Truly painting/creosoting fence panels. There’s only 100 of ’em to do…

Still, at least I’m not back in work for a while now.  Silver linings, clouds, and all that guff.



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