well,that's it.another weekend over.

and it starts all over again.

waiting to bed down right now.

not really tired,
but there's nothing to do but sleep.
and hope for hope,
for a better tomorrow.

who knows?
it might happen.

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so how was your's?

Fucking dreadful.

not SO bad here.
managed to scavenge a few crumbs from the betfair larder.
after months of drought,
i'm hoping that i'm finally turning a corner with that.
we'll see.

still two steps forward,
and three back.

but holding on.
just.

another dank and miserable monday.

going to be the way of things for while now,
i suppose.

as the darkness of winter descends.
and the door to door begging begins.

£120 odd mil on that euro lottery this week isn't it?
might just throw a couple o'quid to the wall.
how desperate is that?

lucky phone numbers.
MY phone numbers.
yeah'right.

erixter wrote:
£120 odd mil on that euro lottery this week isn't it?
might just throw a couple o'quid to the wall.

yeah.
i know.

weather man says light showers.
but will hopefully dry up before i start my shift.
we'll see.

as i look out of the bunker window.
it seems windy.
trees still holding onto their leaves,
but nature shall have it's way.
and all those reds,yellows,oranges,
and god knows what other colours,
waxed lyrical about,
will be reduced to a dirty slippery,
dangerous under-foot,
slush.

i wonder if we shall see much snow this year.


don't really give a monkeys tbh.


onnnnnnnnnnnnn 'nd onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn 'nd on.
whatever.

i'm gonna have a few pages of jack dee.

I'm off to Colchester so the old woman can buy a coat.

well,
that's it.

40 chapters.

320 pages.

done.

nothing to shout about.

now what?

life eh?

an absolute ball-ache.

from beginning to end.