Less worrying, more blogging. Could be a mantra, I suppose.
"God knows what the decorator made of this house" sighed Bonnie when she got back, "Ian gambling in the front room, you upstairs telling fortunes."
No, she was not best pleased with her son's latest escapade but she seems to have become somewhat stoical of late. Adopted a kind of what next attitude.
I think it's a shame she can't live with her husband. It's a lot to do with having to keep this house going for Ian. I think her job is too stressful and her health is not really up to it. She was rushed into hospital earlier this year with an angina attack.
Still, stressful or not, she's on £30,000 a year.
What did I make today? £3!
Still, did ok yesterday. Worked on Line 2 for 3 hours in the evening and was quite busy. Tarot lines are much more lucrative 'of a night' which explains why I'm sitting here now, blogging between calls.
Hackney House has a broken back window. Bonnie still advising me to sell it and she's probably right. I'm mean what if I have to pay thousands for re-wiring e.g. But how do I pay the mortgage on it before it sells?
Oh, stop worrying, it'll give you wrinkles.