It’s Liverpool st and I’ve just got a seat. How my life has deteriorated. Only a year age I was furious that someone offered me their seat and today I was upset that some young so and so long literally ran to take what was rightfully mine.
The misery line is even worse at 7:30am. Why am I going in this early? Well I’ve got one of those “meetings” with the big boss. My anxiety has shifted into overdrive. Not because of meeting the boss. Jobs like mine aren’t for life. I think it’s because I’ve seen the city centres of three 3️⃣ lives in the midlands and have concluded that no matter how bad it is in London, it is far worse there.
Nothing I’m hearing about this month’s budget suggests it is going to get better anytime soon.
I’ve been thinking about the fact that I’m now going to many funerals of people younger than me and that, as a self employed family we have no pension. I’ve seen the freedom it has given my mother and would advise everyone reading this to put something away for a rainy day. That’s not right is it? Rainy day is a disaster not your pension. Have you done both? Or are you doing Go Fund Me?
Already at the big house.
Take a look at this Heinz pic and tell me what you see?
Have a great day 🌞
