Hmm…how shall I begin this. Therapy. I hate it but I suppose it is good for me but I cannot stand this slow process of recovery. Frustrating to say the least. Check on me when I am 60, am certain beyond the shadow of the doubt I will be grumpy as hell that I can no longer go swinging from tree to tree. The thing is I am more annoyed at the money spent on this. Sigh, however on the balance of things, I should really be spending it on something like this rather than that new jacket….(well… hello there beautiful piece of cloth … you!). I can get so obsessive about money it is slightly worrying. I suppose when you take such pleasure in the arrival of your new safe and the constant attention you give it, I guess it must make me slightly odd. Oh but if people could only understand how wonderful this heavy, lumbering steel is. No mission impossible wannabe is getting through that!
I am pursuing another hare-brained scheme which leaves me in glee. Oh well we must all make a living, can’t be depending on other people to get rich. Watch this space.
Dreading Saturday. Hate. Get it over and done with so that I can return to that place I now call home.
Right – another early morning start then tomorrow. Dangnabit.
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