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Money, Money, Money

No, not the Abba song, but I will be coming into some money soon, courtesy of my dad. He decided that he was going to give me £500 to spend on stuff for the new flat. It wasn’t so much, “do you want £500”, more like “here, you’re having £500”. It’s a nice thought, although I feel sort of guilty about it, as he has already paid out £700 to enable me to get this flat. Also it’s the pride element on my part, I am fiercely independent, my attitude is “if I cant afford it, then I cant have it” simple as that, that’s the way that I have always looked at money, you either have it or you don’t! But I do need to buy a decent bed as my back is playing up quite badly at the moment because of sleeping on the floor, albeit on a mattress, it doesn’t provide much support. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in extreme pain when I lay a certain way. Anyway, back to the money, it doesn’t look like he will let me not take it, so it seems that I have no option, apart from never seeing or speaking to my dad again, but that’s not an option. I don’t always see eye to eye with my dad, but he is pretty much all the family I have now, or at least the only one I really speak to anymore.

I’ll leave you with this thought; in this politically correct world, “we cant say Dick-Van-Dyke anymore, its now Penis-Lorry-Lesbian” – courtesy of Rory Mcgrath!

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