volcanic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- unexciting, i'm afraid... Oh crikey. Here I am, still in wild and windy Wales, and it all feels a little bit tenuous right now, to say the least. Somehow, I seem to have overlooked a few really important financial details, which means that (without boring you all rigid with an expose of the peculiarities of the Uk benefit system) my income over the summer holidays will be precisely £100 per month. Out of that I have to pay three times that amount in rent, and- naturally- feed myself and my son. Oops or what? I can’t claim benefits, because of my house that I’m renting out. That counts as capital, so before I get any benefits, I have to sell the house and spend all the profit. It looks like I’m going to have to get a full-time job, although then there’s the issue of childcare. Really, dear readers, I’m in a bit of a pickle, and would love some advice. I just spoke to George about it, and he feels, like me, that selling the house would be a huge shame, because I’ll never be able to buy another one as cheap as that one, and while it’s still mine, it’s increasing in value and the mortgage is being paid by the tenants. But the idea of working full-time is pretty grim, too. Oh, I don’t know. George did mention that maybe I need to re-evaluate the viability of this whole little escapade, and I’m afraid to say that the thought of having to give it all up made me cry. I’m really enjoying being here. Well, in some ways. I love my course- I have to hand in my first portfolio of writing on Monday, and I’ve spent all day doing it. I’m incredibly pleased with my efforts- fingers crossed that my tutor feels the same, eh? Hey, have any of you lot seen the VO5 ad on the telly? The one with the surf chick who says “It’s great for my bow-ahh-dy, but tough on my hay-ee-urr”? well, I can do a really fab impersonation of her: Fatboy has me doing it all the time, and then he collapses on the floor in a big heap of giggles. Christ, this is a boring entry. I sincerely apologise to any of you who came here under the misapprehension that I might have something witty or sparkling to share with you. I’m afraid I don’t seem to do a great deal other than study. Tell a lie- I went to the shop to buy the Mirror earlier, because I’m enthralled by the Lady Di’s butler thing. Sad I know, but necessary. Bleugh. I’m going to have a bath, I think. Before I die of dismalism… 10:38 p.m. - 06.11.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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