Things are pretty bad wherever you go...
Been a bad time, and things are still remarkably tough. Call it reality biting, or seasonal disorder, I find it hard to keep my head in the right place. The black dog is not exactly with me, but I can hear a howling in the trees behind the garden.
And this feels like a year of change. Mrs Breadcrumb will find out next week whether she has a new job which will mean uprooting us all. The Breadcrumbs would of course have to find a new school. And their joint carer is probably getting married and going home to central Europe in the summer.
I would like to be really positive about it all, but I live my days in a state of dread worrying about what imminent disaster is about to befall us.
Compared to some others we have it pretty easy - oppressive debts but a fairly large (though unstable) income. Loving family life.
So it goes.
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Try and stay positive and concentrate on the here and now; getting worked up and anxious about what might happen in the future is futile (cos where it's going, no one knows).
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