Outside it is doing its darndest to snow and inside I am hiding away from the world – for its own sake I might add.
I awoke this morning psychopathically hormonial (my word). I discovered the psychopathic part when I attempted to cash a NZ fifty dollar note firstly at the post office and then at the bank. Mr T had unthinkingly buggered off to work with all the finances and as it is market day I thought to exchange my Christmas money for real money and buy some necessaries and maybe the odd unnecessary. It had taken quite a lot of effort to get myself out the door and I had promised myself an almond croissant from the french bakers stall for being a good girl.
Blood arose in front of my eyes as the pleasant lady behind the counter told me that there is nowhere in Hay that will cash the note and that I would need to go to Hereford – an hours bus trip away………. FOR FUCKS SAKE!!! FUCKETY, FUCKETY FUCK!!
So I went home
For tea and cake and crochet
And not to deal with this, which is difficult in a room this small..
And then a very kind person sent me this
Until next time – aint life grand?