ma that's quite some feat you know, you be proud, it's deserved. She'll have a whale of a time. 
I am having a glass of wine again. WB is stressing me out a bit, all my own fault I hasten to add. I lent him some money. Stupid but the alternative was that he'd pressure my dad to lend him his car. My dad is a big softy, but disabled and I can't bear the thought of him without transport. My dad offered him his car straightaway last time he had mechanical problems, so I was panicking he would do so again.
I didn't want my family to be dragged into my mess so it was the easiest solution to help him out.
I feel like a mug. I asked him why he is always so short, as he earns more than me. He said he has student loans, I don't understand as he only did a year of a course, and I thought Scottish students didn't pay for tuition although I am probably wrong about the system? He has taken out loans, he is in rent arrears, and behind with his electricity. I glanced at a statement he left lying, so estimate total is almost £30,000.
I don't understand how someone with such money worries can justify spending hundreds on expensive cameras etc. I think he may have a real problem, he was playing a cd, a new one by Slash? And proceeded to tell me it was free with a magazine. I've googled and I don't think this is the case. 
I've always gone by the words you shouldn't lend what you can't afford to lose. The money is annoying, but the lies have stripped any respect I had left for him. I lent him money as he was beside himself with worry and he goes off and buys CDs.
The moral dilemma is, is his addiction any worse than mine? I haven't got a leg to stand on pulling on some judgey pants, have I?
So I am having wine. And curiously enough, no. It's nae making me feel any better but it felt like an old friend earlier. And feels like a vindictive, goady, vicious awd bugger now.
He's been on the phone to tell me he is taking a different shift next week, he was grumbling that he is only doing it so he could pay me back faster, and he is going to be miserable doing it, like it was all my fault. By his reckoning it would take at least 6 weeks to get the money together. When he asked for the loan he told me it would be for a week, two tops.
I'm there, I think, lovely babes.
Time to let him go.
Sorry about drinking though, that was just me struggling to grasp stuff after he phoned.
Wishing each and every one of you some love and an apology for whinging xx
soc I say this a lot, but you give me so much hope. We are the same age and you have a handle on things and I don't. You are shining a lamp though, it's awful dark where I am, but I can see it. Tomorrow I will be working very hard to get nearer to the light.
Enough of my maudlin pish though, I am booting my own arse out of the fog for falling off the bus again. Away to soak some of this up wi some eggy bread. Xx