It's raining again...sick of it.
Can't hang the washing out and I certainly don't want to put the heating on to dry the washing and I'm reluctant to use the tumble-drier for long these days.

Going to see if I can cap the energy bills today, I may have left it too late, but can see.

Anxious. Anxiety. Not long until another start at The Building of Betrayal and it is a fresh new year and it will never be like it was last year; yet it will never be like it used to be; the trusting days.

Bitch is still there, but rather demoted...a new line manager oversees her and her previous domain...yet Bitch is still my line manager.

I did survive didn't I. You all said I would and you helped so much.
Thank you.