More things go wrong with the cow and now it's raining. Oh dear. I will never, ever take on a job like this again. I bet I do. I have "I've never met a girl like you before" stuck on my brain. I only know two lines and they will be on loop in my head all day long. I will sing them to the cow until I download the song with fibreglass fingers and hear it on my iPad.
Now what? Mmmm I have decided to go no alcohol for a week. Easy peasy now but watch me climb up the wall on Friday. Actually, I will still have a cow to wing so that will not happen as I need to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for every second of the day.
I was paid £75 for a job yesterday after which I took our balding dog to the vet. We saw a new, rather thorough, vet who gave us new pills and a potion. Cost: £75. And I thought I would buy myself something nice with the money I had earned. Oh well, if the dog ends up a bit hairier it will be worth it; I won't have to knit him a coat.
I am expecting great deliveries for Kent today. It's the fire thingy and the lights. Then I had better see what's happened to the bed. Where is it? Oh, and when can that builder start? As soon as those cows are done I will go there. Maybe just for the day but I would like to feel it is mine. Then I can stop Mr Smith thinking it's his.
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