Face ache

I have sinusitis, it's not too bad so far but it is making me dizzy, hopefully it will wear off soon.

My L&M has a telephone assessment later in the week with regards to his CBT, he also has a 24 hour ECG this week as well. I just hope he starts to feel better soon.

After finally spending £££'s on the phone to HRMC I am no longer paying tax on a pension my ex is getting. This has obviously pissed him off so now I've had a demand for £5000 from the CSA. Ye gods, the man needs a lobotomy.

Peace at last

Winston has gone home.
DGD Eileen is in bed and asleep.
My L&M has gone to bed with his new book, Spider Rain by John Locke.
There is just me and the quiet glug of the fish tank.

CBT updated

My L&M had a phone call from Occ Health again today, he was quite concerned when she suggested that CBT might be useful for him.
He thought she meant Compulsory Bike Test, or even Cock & Ball Torture, he was greatly relieved when she explained that it stood for Cognitive Behaviour Therapy, as he doesn't own a motor bike and didn't fancy the second option either.
She then went on to tell him that the waiting lists are so long that he would have to pay for the treatment.
It cost between £45 - £100 per session, great, more money to find!
No wonder his line manager is so keen to blame my L&M's stress on our home life. She's worried she might be expected to cough up!

Thank you

For all your comments on my l last post.
I'll be the first to admit I'm not poor, I've never gone hungry though I've had a pretty crappy diet at times. But I have a roof over my head, running water and whilst my home isn't warm enough to wander round in a bikini in the depths of winter it isn't too cold either.
Things have at times been a lot worse than they are now, I still remember how excited I was when I found a discarded nail file in a car park one day, I couldn't afford to buy one and had no scissors to trim my nails with.
I'm worried about how tough things are going to get once I have to give up work and am living just on my state pension.

Blog off

If I don't enjoy a programme on TV I turn it off, for the sake of my blood pressure I am doing the same with some blogs. I have stopped following a few lately, I'm sick to bloody death of reading blogs by people who lecture on about how they live a frugal life whilst having no idea how difficult it is to manage on a low wage.

Bloggers wittering on about doing without, when they have three holidays in the sun or think nothing of spending £100 on new clothes or magazine subscriptions claiming that the free gifts make it worth while etc.

I expect I'm just jealous really as my lifestyle is so different.

Today I went through my bedside table and collected a few hair ties, as I said I've had a pay cut and it's started to bite. So I'm not having my hair cut now, I was spending about £50 a year on hair cuts, £50 a year I no longer have therefore I am doing without and will let my hair grow.

Yes I bought new boots as I cannot go through the winter with bare legs and canvas shoes.
I won a pinafore dress on eBay, £2.99 plus postage, still under a fiver. It is not a fashion item, it is essentials. Two of my winter dresses have been relegated to the bin as they were wearing into holes.

These purchases are the reason I'm dog sitting, lovely as my lodger is I could really do without out the extra work he entails, I have enough on my plate with my L&M not being well, a friend has just had a horrible medical diagnosis and DD1 moved on Thursday and is knee deep in DIY & unpacked boxes.

Winston and the postie

I've just experienced, for the first time, Winston's reaction to the postman, we were warned he was not keen.
This morning he was asleep on my lap under his blanket (his favourite place) when the postie arrived.
My letter box is double sided so the posties fingers were in no danger, but as soon as the letterbox rattled Winston launched himself off my lap from a standing start, slid across the laminate floor, cannoned in to the fish tank stand, righted him self, galloped along the hall, still wrapped in the blanket, barking ferociously. I'm in hot pursuit yelling 'don't touch my bloody post!'.
It enlivened up an otherwise dull morning.

I've lost all feeling in my right leg

And this is the reason why

Under the blanket is a very big dog, asleep on my leg!