“It doesn’t matter everything we have is rubbish!” a statement made by Mommy a few days ago when lamenting about our new drive and I look around and feel she’s right. A car with broken bumper, kitchen floors unfinished, tiles falling off the bathroom wall, a toilet that only just flushes, an un finished loft, cracked external waste pipes, a garage door that is falling apart, a sofa that’s falling apart a broken phone, etc etc etc and no money to sort any of them out. No money because we threw our hand in on a drive, over stretching ourselves, after getting straight a couple of months ago, so now we will again struggle along for a couple of years surviving not improving our situation…

So to come home to Mommy and our neighbour scrubbing nail varnish out of the sofa (that’s already “knackered”) where Lincoln had got a bottle and painted the cushions, just about put a top hat on an already shit day. I am the biggest advocate of the saying “money doesn’t matter” and that “people who save for a rainy day will lay on their death bed and realise its been pissing down all their lives” so it really shouldn’t bother me but I go to work every day and do as much as I can to provide but it never seems to be enough, someone will always financially benefit from my poor choices and I’ll still have “a car with broken bumper, kitchen floors unfinished, tiles falling off the bathroom wall, a toilet that only just flushes, an un finished loft, cracked external waste pipes, a garage door that is falling apart, a sofa that’s falling apart a broken phone, etc etc etc

Yes I’m happy, ecstatically in fact and I have the greatest family any man could ever wish for and I know I’m probably not the only person who’ll struggle over the next couple of years but always in the back of my mind is the knowledge that it was my poor decisions that have made us struggle and that is annoying!