turps

I think LJ must be having cluster issues, I'm having a terrible job commenting and my journal keeps going into read only mode.

You ever feel like bashing your head against a brick wall? Mam just phoned, drunk off her ass and sobbing as she told me Kay's cat had bit her down to the bone. Apparently blood was gushing and Kay had taped her fingers together. So I told her James would pick her up and take her to the drop in centre because cat bites can be nasty.

I hang up and phone Kay for the real story. Kay's cat had been to the vets, and when they got back to the club mam had opened his carrier in the middle of the bar. Mr T panicked and scratched mam as he tried to get away.

Big difference in the stories.

Now James is pissed off that he's had to go bring her home, which I can't blame him because I hate dealing with her like this myself, but I can't just leave her there. Plus there'll be the inevitable phone calls, just to top of this perfect hour.

Yeah, there the calls go. Four so far, one hang up. The last one saying she'd called NHS direct and they'd said she had to go to hospital. Like I believe that.

Earlier Corey brought his uniform list home for next year. It's going to be over £50 just for his jumper, fleece, apron and p.e. shirt. That's without adding in the non branded stuff he'll need. In good money news, we applied for a grant through a disability charity and were accepted. It was to fix our boiler and the radiators that don't work. The repair man came out today and told us we're going to get a whole new boiler system for free. Which, result!

Also, finally my sparklyglee story is coming along very nicely. Talk about leaving it until the last minute though.

LJ not working for me might be a good thing in terms of that. Some time writing, a cup of hot chocolate, post results at