I had hoped to return home with more gold paint, but no. I have heard every excuse under the sun as to why - we don't want to stock Crown paints any more, we can't fit it on the van (yes, really, a tin of paint!), we can't do orders, the machine is broken. I will endeavour to locate and purchase again tomorrow. I may start my wee trunk painting project tonight anyways. It might un-hump me!!

Tomorrow morning I am at the Doc's with this bloody ankle. It is no better since it started almost 3 weeks ago, and the resultant pain in my back is awful. Let's see what they try to fob me off with!

Just looking around this house tells me I have a gargantuan task ahead, cleaning, and redecorating. I'll do what I can when I can I suppose. I shall refer to it as a labour of love, but I'm really not looking forward to it. And doing it all myself again!

I'm disappointed in myself that at 51, I don't have my own home, or somebody to call my own either. Pretty down about it actually. But there's not a lot I can do except crack on with the things that need doing, and try at least to make my environment better, somewhere to relax. I can't afford a lot, but I'll do my bloody best!

Disappointed too that when I repeatedly ask somebody not to do something, they just simply carry on as if the conversations and emails never happened. Stronger action obviously required. Adding to my burden is NOT helpful.

Just blahhhhhhhhhhhh