I took the bull by the horns and signed up for a new internet package today. Its ridiculous, I was so anxious. My ex is a telecoms engineer and installs the service I've gone for. I didn't want him to know what I was doing. I didn't want one of his work pals to turn up to install it and report back. I felt stupid.
But now I feel wonderful. Its self installation and I'll be up and running within a week. What a relief.
I've been so used to leaving that sort of stuff to him that it felt like a big deal...ordering my own internet and phone line.
I've come up with an idea for a business. Designed for single ladies. A service where a man comes to your house to put your bins out every week, takes your car and puts petrol in it, pumps up the tyres etc. All the shit jobs that I hate having to do. I reckon a bloke could make a killing. Perhaps male escorts should add these activities to their price lists.
The sale price of my house has been reduced online. The photo of the woodstove I provided has been uploaded...sideways. It looks bloody ridiculous and I'm so annoyed at the lack of fucks given by them. They are appalling.
Hopefully it works though and I can finally look forwards.
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