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4. It was Son's birthday yesterday so he came down and we went for lunch and coffee and shit. He is a great solace. I made him an OM as part of his present, all very last minute so had to put it on the radiator to dry so I could wrap it up, which pissed Bob off, as she sits there. 5. I fucked up the job application to work as a peer trainer at the recovery centre and didn't get an interview. I left it right to the very last minute as I have been overwhelmed with police stuff about ED's benefits and all that, and managed to miss the fucking person spec, mistaking the general intro for the spec itself. I also didn't check that my teaching qualification and experience had actually uploaded into the box - it didn't. When I called for feedback they were very nice and encouraged me to try again next time they're advertising but to get someone to check it through - honestly, I was so fucking pissed off - we are majorly skint again - I need a bloody job and I'd much rather work for a mental health organisation where 'lived experience of mental ill health' is a job requirement than a place where I have to try and pretend it never happened. 6. Still walking lots, up and over the hills, away from the roads with the naughty puppy, seen here gazing wistfully out to sea: Laters. I am grateful for: having a dog; an open fire; a warm bed; a son who wants to spend at least part of his birthday with me; a new laptop, even if it has pushed us into financial despair 12:39 a.m. - 29.11.17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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