… don’t make for pretty reading, but it is an interesting state to experience once in a while, so you can legitimately claim to be a writer starving in a garret! *mutters bitterly and at length*
I’m a long way from starvation (obviously), but I do have a ‘cashflow problem’ just now which means I’m maxed out on plastic and online, with only 60 quid in my wallet. The latter will be eaten up (har! har!) tomorrow by petrol money and a good blowout at a local restaurant to celebrate what would have been my 41st wedding anniversary with some friends.
The irony is that this is only a temporary blip as I have $100+ going into PayPal, my pension coming in tomorrow (or next week – not sure if it’s this Friday or next…) and, once my solicitors put a rocket up someone else’s bloody solicitors to get on with providing documentation, over 50 grand winging its way into my savings account. That last windfall ought to have been done and dusted last week and would have meant I’d have cleared the little blip and not had my grocery delivery cancelled today… Just my luck as Adrian Mole would have said!
Anyway – I feel better for a nice moan on here, but this was not the week that I could have done with PayPal having hissy fits with verification of accounts and cards that I was sure I’d long since finalised, or to discover the hard way that I should have asked for my overdraft to be upped by 300 more quid than I thought I needed. Mea culpa for being so optimistic that sod’s law wouldn’t kick in for this long.
But tomorrow I eat like a creole queen – going to our favourite restaurant where they do a completely wicked gumbo with fish 2 minutes out of the sea! I do have lots of eggs, powdered milk and some bread flour in the larder too, so I’m not going starve over the weekend either! 😛
Hopefully, next week will see a positive flood of filthy lucre flowing my way – if not then maybe I’ll give Trevor’s proposal serious consideration… 😉