bullshit bills

just read my last post and i think i was rather drunken when i wrote it.
sat morning at the end of the month is a hateful time for me because my account gets raided by locust direct debits and leave me feeling jaded and pissed off.

the woman who runs a ferret rescue and keeps telling me she has a sodding ferret we can have has let me down again. i don't actually even have a liking for ferrets, but my fourteen year old son persuaded me to buy him one some months ago. we have seen that the poor little nippy and ratty creature is lonely so i am trying to get him a playmate  but every time this sodding woman says she has one she then retracts  it the next day. i am starting to think she must have hit the bottle when i phone her after 7pm, as she specifies to call, as she is warm and full of advice and enthusiasm about giving us -for a donation  a ferret, then the next day she must wake up in a cold sweat and text me that it is ill and she can't re home it. what a load of tosh, she had told me it was fine. blah blah blah.

anyway since things are tight and difficult- money wise- i am up shit canal with no oars or something alike that.
however, i am still planning on taking an excursion this eve with some lovely new friends to an arty farty thing in shoreditch under some tunnels??
i am planning to keep it not late, and to not drink copiously and to get back early and not spend a lot, since i do not have a lot to spend.
i don't go to shoreditch ever, though i know it is very hip and arty and trendy, and i look forward to buying a nice cold bottle of beer at some point later and seeing something invigorating and to be creatively energized since i am a walking artistic block.