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wishus

Thanks MT, and everyone else.

Ups and downs with my dad. We were very worried about him yesterday, and I cancelled all my job 3 (performing) dates over the next week. Only a loss of £30 which would have been eaten up by petrol no doubts... News is a little better this morning. Thank goodness.

Looking for silver linings.

Going to spend some time gardening, knitting and reading this weekend. Maybe even a lovely Sunday walk to go and watch the brass band in the park.

wishus

I've been away far too long... but wowee, 10 years on MSE!!!!

wishus

Oh dear, can feel the beginnings of a sniffle coming on...

I'm about to ring my dad, find out how he's doing. He has a new dog which is proving more exhausting than therapeutic for him. He keeps claiming to be well recovered, but I am still worried. I haven't updated the diary in a while, but in the family there have been arguments about his treatment, and how best he can recover. It has been quite damaging for all of us, but we try.

The business... well, I have an office full of stock. He hasn't been trading since the summer. He found the only way of being sure of making money was to do festivals rather than the market, so hasn't really worked since then apart from helping a friend build his kitchen and do some building work. He's too anxious, and can't cope as a house husband either. I can chat to him in the morning and he's full of resolve, then come home and find he has been hiding under a blanket all day.

So I'm working 2 jobs, and trying my best. I'm cheerful enough, though we can't afford presents for the family this year which is sad.

Good friends though... going home to some homemade gin cheesecake one has made for me.

Bobarella

Aww sorry OH is still up and down. An about your Dad.

wishus

When I phoned Dad, he had me worried... he's trying to sort things out with the council and they are getting all remonstrative with him, but he doesn't understand and neither do they understand why he might not... He's asked us to go over, so we shall go after I'm paid. Hopefully we can help.

Stinky cold is stinky. Was sitting here working, feeling cold and ill... but then realised the heating is actually off! :rotfl: Fonzied the boiler :wall: and found a big jumper. And a cuppa. :coffee:

Have run out of real money for groceries, but have a budget of £30 for travelling on Tuesday, and then I get paid so should be fine. Today, went out to help a voluntary organisation do an event and they gave me lovely pumpkin soup. Then after went into town, stopped at the library where I picked up Eat Well For Less (I love Greg Wallace in Masterchef, he says such stupid things!), so will peruse that for recipe ideas for December.
Did my top up shop in Sainsbobs using my Nectar points, so have plenty of milk and bananas and cheese to get us through to payday. There were some free samples of stilton stacked on salty pretzels and topped with dates - do you know, I wouldn't have thought to put those together, but it's yummy!

There was also a fella giving away free cat and dog treats in town today, so my 2 will be very happy to know they have real Dreamies (though they are mad about the shop's wn brand fake ones too).

Right... got to go. OH has put his glasses down... somewhere. He says he thinks he may be blind forever...
:huh:

Bobarella

I sympathise for you and your dad trying to deal with the council.

wishus

What a weekend! Stinky cold is stinkier, and I am soooo stressed!:(

Well, we searched high and low for OH's glasses and seeing as every nook and cranny of the house had been searched, we came to the conclusion he must have left them in the pub on Friday.

The pub he wasn't supposed to be in, because no money... oh, except he found some. Great! Not like I'm spending my Nectar points so we can eat!

Without his glasses he couldn't do his coursework, so I said, right, let's go to the pub and see if they've been handed in. No beers though - we have no money.

I am such a dolt... I got persuaded to buy beers... so that's my budget for my event tomorrow gone. Plus his glasses were not there. Plus we ended up being introduced to some peripheral types who it turned out were going through some stressful times. Did someone tell them we were therapists? Boy, it felt like it. Not enjoyable! Anyway, they left so we thought, oh let's just relax a second and try to enjoy each other's company a bit.

And then OH reveals that not only has he been working in the attic with the oil-filled radiator, which I knew, he had decided the heater took too long to get the space warm, so he'd decided to leave it on permanently, because, oh, it's not very much, is it?

_pale_

Not very much? I said... about 20p an hour.

See, he said. Not much.

:wall:

So for days that oil radiator has been burning money we don't have.. and he hasn't even been working in there.

Oh, I can't turn it off he says. My laptop can't be left in the cold.

Anyway, we were disrupted when our two 'patients' came back into the pub with an angry landlord from somewhere else after they'd been causing trouble, and so we left and went home and to bed. Right enjoyable evening, that. Not.

But I couldn't sleep... so worried about money. At 5, I got up and fetched a drink of squash. OH woke up too, and we started to talk. Hang on a second, he says and reaches up to where his dressing gown is hanging.

His glasses were in the pocket.

I started blubbing at this point. So ill, so tired, so restless. I was cursing my lot.

OH promised me he'd turn the radiator down.

Not down!!! OFF! :eek:

...okay. Off.

Happily, at noon, he told me the radiator was off.

I am a bit happier... but I feel cursed.

What can I do, people?

-taff

Get a claculator and ask him to work out how much 20p an hour is a week....Might make him realise how much it costs...And laptops are by their nature portable, so why can't he move it somewhere else when he's finished?

Bobarella

Wishus you aren't cursed. You are a good person going through a rough patch. Hang in there.

in_need_of_direction

Put the weekly cost of running the radiator in terms of the number of pints it would pay for.