Well, can it be true? I am so utterly delighted with life that I can barely believe it. No, I haven't won the lottery, but two or three problems have been solved in the last fortnight or so. Firstly I found a small source of occasional income, which should ensure we have enough to cover the mortgage payments each month. This was a great thing, it's work I enjoy more than I expected, and it's only a couple of days a month. So, I was beginning to feel a little bit better - when the next tranche of letters and court summonses arrived... and then there was just this feeling that this would NEVER end and we would always be struggling on...and I thought, as I have before, "if only I could put a date to the end of this trouble, at least I'd be able to plan, even borrow a bit from Ned if I new when I'd be able to pay him back.
Suddenly that wish has been answered. Yesterday I called my father, and he has decided to put his house on the market and divide the proceeds between us. This should happen within the next year - so perhaps only another 12 months of unbearable misery to go. Wow! And much better than having to wait for people to die... which was always the horrible side about one's "expectations".
I realise now how lucky we are - to have such expectations, I wish all my struggling friends and relations had this to look forward to. However, I am very aware that the lessons of the last three years must not be forgotten... the ease with which it could be splurged is frightening. It needs to be invested, since I have no pension. Anyway, delightful though this is, it does mean we still have no income to speak of. However, today, finally, Mark was rung for an estimate on a stone job. It was the first time I'd heard his phone ring for weeks. So, what with 2 days work to look forward to in February, and perhaps this job too maybe
things are finally beginning to trickle back....It would be great, because Mark feels really dispirited about work. So what next? Interest in the novel?
Suddenly that wish has been answered. Yesterday I called my father, and he has decided to put his house on the market and divide the proceeds between us. This should happen within the next year - so perhaps only another 12 months of unbearable misery to go. Wow! And much better than having to wait for people to die... which was always the horrible side about one's "expectations".
I realise now how lucky we are - to have such expectations, I wish all my struggling friends and relations had this to look forward to. However, I am very aware that the lessons of the last three years must not be forgotten... the ease with which it could be splurged is frightening. It needs to be invested, since I have no pension. Anyway, delightful though this is, it does mean we still have no income to speak of. However, today, finally, Mark was rung for an estimate on a stone job. It was the first time I'd heard his phone ring for weeks. So, what with 2 days work to look forward to in February, and perhaps this job too maybe
things are finally beginning to trickle back....It would be great, because Mark feels really dispirited about work. So what next? Interest in the novel?
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