Thursday - have taken two days off to start packing up my house ready for a sale that seems not to be happening!
Have had 3 more viewings since the sale fell through 2 weeks ago. One silly offer, and am waiting to hear if either of the other two are interested.
Tuesday at the department meeting, we were told of structural changes to the city council I work for, and the inevitable changes in the funding distribution. One thing that was said was that funding for staff was affected. For me I guess that means I should be getting a letter tomorrow telling me that my 6 month contract, which ends next month, will not be renewed.
Oh well, just as well I am selling up if I cannot pay my mortgage again. I must start looking for another job again.
My IBS was bad last weekend with all the stress. I woke on Sunday to acid stomach and a migraine. I had breakfast, something I don't usually do because until now I haven't found any cereals I could eat. The pain just got worse, with my guts really sore. My partner and I went to go for a walk at Foxton Locks, and by the time we got there I was feeling sick with the pain. I suddenly realised that the stress of losing my job, losing my house sale, and the uncertainty of my future was just too much for me to cope with at that moment. I started to cry because of the pain, took my tablets and the pain started to subside. I felt just fed up with it all, why am I dyspraxic, why did I have IBS, why is my diet so limited.
Then we walked from Foxton Locks to Debdale Wharf where I am hoping to get a mooring once I have bought my narrowboat to live on. The sun was shining, there were blue tits flitting through the hedges and it was warm. It was, as my partner announced as we walked along "a smashing day". So nothing else mattered. Whatever will happen, will happen. I can only do whatever is in my control to change and accept what I can't.
So, getting back to today..I must go and pack some boxes because somebody is going to buy this house at some point soon I hope.





