It is quiet here this morning. audit I am so sad and sorry about your mum
. I'm thinking of you
I buckled in yesterday and got all my work done to hand back first thing. And knitted like fury. I also contacted the truly lovely lady who owns the craft shop I sell to sometimes. She'll take anything I fancy making (we have standard things that always sell), which is excellent. I'll tag on the photo of my inch high dolly/gnome things.
I'm not checking my bank account until tomorrow, tax credit day, as I'm a complete wimp, but if the maintenance money isn't in (it wasn't yesterday) I'm calling the csm and making a claim. I know they won't be able to get anything from him (he's expat), but if they contact his uk head office, it might shame him into it (HR will not know he has 3 other dc, and his wife used to work there, small company, so they will all know him). However just typing this is making me tremble with anxiety and adrenaline.
I only need brocolli and milk later on.
The snow is melting at last, the sun is even out. There is still a bit of road where only one car can pass at a time with 6' snow drifts on either side.