the sun is shining again today, after raining all day yesterday. I haven’t been able to write much over the past few days because I’ve been sick. I’m sat in the lounge today because I am still feeling a little off. In front of me is Daniel’s dragon plant. It’s soil looks really dry, but apparently that is how they like it. With the sun coming through the window it makes me think of a dustier climate than ours. It looks like it has just been pulled straight from a desert. I still feel ill My killer headache of doom is still prevalent and isn’t getting much better what with the electric having run out today. Because I’ve been ill I haven’t cleaned house and the laundry has been piling up, so the day I come back to do something about it is the day I have no electricity. When I’ve finished this, I’ll go and hit the emergency £5 button so at least the freezer won’t defrost for a little while longer. Unfortunately I probably won’t be able to put any more electric on until I come back from work this afternoon. Mainly because there are no cash points around here to withdraw the money and second because the shop doesn’t open until 1200 anyway. Hopefully the 5 quid will be enough to get my laundry done and make the boiler work so I can do the washing up as well. And let me have my long awaited cup of tea. Humm, I know I’m not even halfway down this page, but the buses were late getting me home and then I sagged, so it’s 10 past 10 and I really want to get everything done. Though there have been things bugging me lately so maybe I’ll come back to this page when I have my cup of tea

Right now my life feels like a catalogue of errors. This morning, as I was coming in through the door I managed to nick one of my knuckles, and just now, doing the washing up, I’ve managed to break a glass and slice my hand open. I finally managed to get a plaster on it [after getting blood every where] but now I can’t carry on with the washing up or the plaster will come off. Now it’s quarter to eleven and all I’ve managed to do today is get injured. well, that’s not quite true, I’ve activated the emergency 5 pounds and got the laundry going, but still. It feels like with every things that I do wrong, it sets me up to do something else twice as worse. will it never end? I also have my phone appointment with the IFA guy today to half finalise the mortgage. That’s going to be fun if I carry on like this. Damn, my hand really stings. the cut runs diagonally across the base of my little finger and I couldn’t quite get the plaster on right, so I just hope I don’t end up opening it again when I take the plaster off. It’s stiff too, probably from the fact the the plaster is holding it in position and I’m not using it. thought it’s itching now so maybe it’s getting better. It’s weird I’ve only ever seen that much blood come out when I’ve been giving it away. For what amounts to a small cut, it didn’t half bleed a lot. well I just checked and it doesn’t seem to be bleeding any more. I’ve put the plaster back on just in case and I’m going to try and carry on with the washing up and my other chores, right after I finish this page and my cup of tea.

Oh yeah I was going to talk about that thing that’s bugging me. well, I don’t have much space left now, but… actually I’m not sure I want to talk about it. I’s just about the house and the fact that it’s bugging me and I the last time I went out with kat, I wanted to talk to her about it, just talk and get it off my chest and have her listen, but for some reason I really didn’t feel comfortable. I don’t know what this means for me or for her and our friendship but it worries me and I don’t even know how to talk about that worry. well my time at this page is almost up and so is my tea so I’m going to preserve battery power, shut down and get on with my chores. Oh goody :-/

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