Part 2 On Monday I got a text to say meds were in. Brilliant, finally Tramadol. She hands them over and I say don’t I need to sign for these? No, she says. So I looked in the bag and sure enough, other meds in there but no Tramadol. I… Continue reading
Me, to my Google ads It was all going to so well. The My Money diary on the BBC website sent thousands of readers to my blog. And read it they did. Over 20k hits and still going. Although admittedly in the hundreds now not thousands. Bloody brilliant! Was on… Continue reading
I kid you not, I’ve had to ask Sophie if she can take Bailey into her bedroom. He won’t let me type! So needy.Wants attention 24/7. Continue reading
Last November I got a phone call from lawyer who had been passed my case from partner in the same firm. I had to go back to their offices twice for 3 or 4 hours (exhausted me) going over abso-bloody-lutely everything again. Continue reading
But one day when I walked in the living room there was an ivy vine growing through the wall. AND LD SAID I DID IT ON PURPOSE BEFORE THE INSURERS ARRIVED TO MAKE THEM LOOK BAD. What the actual hell? How could I do that?! Continue reading
It had been all systems go with my lawyer. Until she came to the house to take a witness statement from Sophie and to meet with the other side’s insurers. After that, not so much. They denied any and all liability. Said I was lying and didn’t tell them about the carpet holes. WHY WOULDN’T I?! Continue reading
“But I won’t!”
“How do you know?!”
“I don’t know, but I won’t! I promise I won’t!”
“But you don’t know that!” Continue reading
I’d sent a text to her daughter in law on my second night in hospital, about falling due to hole in stairs carpet. Admittedly when I sent the text still couldn’t remember for sure Continue reading
I know, right? My bottom jaw was pretty much on the floor. Cute. Going to the shops for two specific items, coming back with two different items is cute. Bloody CUTE?! Continue reading
Time is moving on and the many questions are coming thick and fast for the kind man on Twitter who says he’s going to help build my site. For every question he asks, I ask three back before I can understand what he’s asking. Continue reading