I had another visitor to the house today.
A man to quote to lay some new flooring. There was was no dog poo. I felt very proud.
I've been trawling the internet and Facebook looking for a car. All the cars for 50p have a trillion miles on the clock and 2 days of MOT left. It's doing my head in and stressing me out. Even if I got a loan for a couple of thousand I'd still have a pretty rubbish car only I'd resent putting the world's hairiest dog on the back seat. She's too big to fit in the boot of a hatchback comfortably and I can't afford to run another estate car now that I work so far away. Arghgh it's driving me mad.
No work for the next week so I have 2 missions. To choose and order new flooring and to find a car that I can afford and that I can rely on.
I shall no doubt instead spend the week on my arse watching TV.
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