The Best Laid Plans...

The weather forecast last night was uncharacteristically positive. ‘One thing I can promise you,’ said the weather woman, ‘is that there won’t be any snow tomorrow. It’ll be a dry day with some sunshine, and the temperature should lift just above freezing.’

This was good news because I was getting short of some items of clothing, so I decided to do a wash and put it out on the clothes line. I hate using the electric dryer, you see – too expensive and bad for the environment.

First job this morning then; a load of socks, underwear, shirts and T shirts went into the washing machine and then migrated to the clothes line. I checked them optimistically at 3 pm. The shirts had dried a bit, the socks and underwear hadn’t dried at all, the T shirts were stiff because of the sub-zero temperature, and it was snowing anyway. So I brought them in, only to find that a bird had crapped on one item just to add insult to injury.

And then I got a phone call from a debt collection company pressuring me over a £2,000 debt that isn’t even morally mine. I never saw any of the money; it was incurred on somebody else’s behalf with the promise of repayment that never materialised. But it’s in my name so I’m stuck with it. It took a good fifteen minutes and all my powers of persuasion – honed over many years of struggling financially – to get them to review the case in six months time.

Nice timing, eh?

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The above was written earlier. My friend Mr Winter Depression has climbed onto my shoulders tonight. I wonder how long he’ll stay there.