Well its Tuesday skint and bored i am taking Helen to the job centre so she can sign on again and hopefully get some money.Hate the place its so depressing makes me feel grateful i have a job. She as to sign on next Monday and should get a payment on the Thursday ,Helen as applied to for a job at Specsavers the opticians fingers crossed .

i am on nights next week least its extra money but of course not till the month after , and its another five week month always is when your peppermint want the Google Nexus had another go on one and still think they are worth the cash.

Roll on weekend working to buy extra stuff luxuries and holidays is good it makes the daily toil worth it when you working just to pay bills and keep a float its crap ,and its hard to see the point and easy to say fuck it and give the finger to the bills , its my wage and at least one month should just be for me that month might be this December when i say sod it and merry Christmas .
Nail the letter box up lock the gate postmen dont climb gates , so no final demands until the new year.

I really do wish i had Romany blood and was living and travelling in a caravan the way i feel it be a better life than what we have now best would be to go to work as normal but live in a caravan and park it some where idyllic out on the city outskirts unhitch it and drive in to work Helen could trap a few rabbits and catch a few fish tickle some trout for the Barbecue rustle a lamb least all the food would be fresh sure we could find a farmers field with fresh veg growing and fresh fruit specially strawberries ERM all we need is sunshine summer evening no dark nights and no snow obvious this would not happen in Blighty.