AM SICK OF EVERYTHING AT THE MOMENT.

Can't sell the house. The Peugeot that Charles says I should sell has lost nearly £1500 in THREE MONTHS since it was last valued. This laptop is CRAP. Kevin Radcliffe only pays me when he can be bothered - and that isn't very often. The settee that Charles sits on is falling apart. The loft needs a major clearout and I can't face it - and if I don't do it it won't get done at all. The fence at the back of the house has needed painting for ages and Charles said he would do it but that was weeks ago and nothing's happened. Now he's home all day he thinks we can go off and have fish and chips for lunch thus getting fatter and fatter. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHH.