Utterly miserable today. It's not even the 1st September and I'm cold inside my flat despite wearing a fleece jacket. Between the cold nights and the damp weather, it feels colder than what the thermometer says, plus I swear my flat drops hot air like a lead balloon and clings onto cold air like a drowning man clings to a floating piece of driftwood. The whole ground floor of my block of flats is like that though: cooler on the inside than the outside, which is great for the whole 3 days a year that it's hot enough for that to be refreshing.
Gave up and put the heating on. Just cannot abide being cold, I find it worse than being hungry. But one day I am not going to be able to afford heating. The only thing electricity is doing right now is rising 10-20% in price. Every single year. That's not sustainable. Especially if I get my disability benefit cut.
On top of that, I have to get a new car soon and by new I mean used, obviously. Garage gave me six months before it would need major work, but I want it to get before the end of October so I can avoid road tax. It's a 20 year old car, so it's not a major shock but it couldn't have come at a much worse time. Wanted to wait for 1-2 years to give used car prices (which have shot up during the pandemic) a chance to fall down to pre-pandemic prices. Now I won't have that option.
I'm sorry, I won't be writing to anyone in Ireland.
To be honest, while I think I would like the Irish more than the English, I'm not much motivated right now to go to an even wetter and colder country than England. Maybe Spain or Portugal, avoiding the Brit expats like the, er, plague.
Edit: Sorry, bad day. I may write to someone in Ireland eventually, but first I'd have to speak to the aunt who's still in contact with that side of the family. And I rarely see her anymore.
Post Edited (NiceCupOfTea) : 8/31/2021 9:47:43 AM (GMT-6)