Terminal For...
Bless me father, it’s been almost two months since my last entry. In that time much has happened. Work took me to the brink of my sanity and perseverence. The outcome? Grinding stomach pains of fear every morning for about three weeks and the inability to digest food properly. Positive outcome? My trousers feel a lot looser- fear could be the next fad diet for the western world.Buying a house and moving took me to the brink of my sanity and perseverence. The outcome? Flat broke but burdened with property but in a good way. Two weeks in and still living out of cardboard boxes. The impetus to tidy them away is slowly draining. Watch out for me on Life of Grime!
Small relapse with work last week and a week of grinding stomach pains again. The outcome? Taking of a duvet day to rock gently in my purgatorial shadow.
Finally, finding out that people at work have been secretly meeting clients behind my back, agreeing with them that I’m useless and writing to confirm that I’m the wrong person for the job. Outcome? Apoplectic rage and thoughts of moving on. Cue stomach pains and dropping another dress size.
But here I sit now, scarcely half a mile from Heathrow airport in my own place and it does make a difference, walking through the front door and knowing it’s mine makes one helluva difference. I just don’t think of the mortgage as a debt.
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Last modified: Thursday, April 9th, 2026 at 9:24am
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