The World has truly gone mad.

I am sat here trying to encapsulate, in a blog post, how f**ked up the last week has been.  I haven’t resorted to drink, and I haven’t developed a drug habit either.  But I am still in one or two pieces, so I am seeing that as a minor victory.
I think the catalyst has been the car.  First the indicators die, go to garage and they fix it.  Drive car away, indicators die again. Take back to garage, they spend 4 hours and charge me £150 quid for the privelege.  Then the back tail lights, back wiper and intrument lights don’t work, which I found about last night.  The whole thing is an amazingly constructed ‘bad joke’, because I am sure there is some smug fucker pointing at me and laughing.
Add to it an enlightening and inevitable discussion with Laura about the dire state of our marriage, and then a sheer wall of anger from her after I didn’t clean something or other which didn’t help either.

So tonight I am camped out in Bradninch whilst Laura does something with her friends.  I texted Polly to see if she wanted to go for a drink, but she wasn’t in a fit state after getting very drunk last night and losing all sense of direction and waking up hugging a hobo. Ah haa, I am joking.

I am not sure what the future will bring, but I feel in my bones that there are great changes afoot.

Anyway.  I bought a cheap tent last night and a sleeping bag, so I am going to trek across the UK and live as a wandering bard with my Ukulele and my craft of the Engerlish language.

Death of a Laptop…

Oh, wow betide is me as they say.

My laptop has died, or the charger, either way it’s not charging.  I am going to email Steve later and see if I can take it over to him tomorrow, hopefully we can then diagnose the problem.  It might be the laptop itself, which means I’ll have to save up and buy a new one, or hopefully the charger.  The battery is fine as it holds a charge, although I know I need a new one of them.

I haven’t had much luck with laptops recently.  First off Steve gives me (as a wedding present) a really nice HP laptop that I loved to bits.  It died, he gave me another one.  It was a small Toshiba with a docking station, it was really cool and ultra slim although a bit tatty.  Then Steve rings me up and says that the original one works so I go back to him and he gives it back to me.  I get it home and it stops working again.  So I take it back to him again and he looks at it and thinks about it for a bit.  Then he gives me a ring two months later and says that he has a really good little laptop that I can have, which was in fact his own.  He claimed the HP on his home insurance and got a really swish model.

Regardless, I am chuffed and then potter along with this little thing for a while.  I then swap my laptop with my grandad’s, which is the one I have now, as mine has a better screen.  I use this one, then realise it has a tiny HD (6gb) and is really slow.  So anyway. It’s now not working.

I start to wonder if laptops are really the way forward.  And at the end of all this, I am not allowed to buy a new one as we can’t afford it and, truth be told, we already have a computer that works well.

Ahhgh.

If you know me then you will undoubtedly have heard about an ongoing dispute with our housing association about our house and how defective it was when we took it over.  As a result we made a stand and have withheld paying rent from them.  When we moved in, I said to Laura that as we were not going to have a joint account, we would have to agree who would pay what.  I said that I was happy to pay the mortgage as this was incredibly important, and she could pay the rent as it was less then the £255 that she was paying in Farm Hill.

Understandably she refused to pay the rent until the defects were sorted.  When did they sort the defects? 2 months ago.  We have disagreed about this since we moved in, and I have said that she will have to make the decision as it is her money.  Anyway, we have agreed to meet a couple of big cheeses this afternoon in an attempt to come to some agreement regarding rent and stuff like that.  I can feel my blood pressure rising as this is generally the reaction that anything regarding the house tends to bring up with me.

To cleaning.. woo.