Those who follow my blog are aware, by now, that bad luck follows me avidly. I seem unable to avoid it, but still hope that at some point my luck will turn. Perhaps not strictly bad luck this time, but I will put it in the same bag if I may.
The point I always try to make is that I never seem to be able to not pay out for things, I just never get a clean break. Despite looking forward to my Insolvency meeting tomorrow, and the promise of a glimmer of financial freedom, 2 more things have happened. One will most definetly hit my bank account, the other…maybe not. It will totally depend on whether I bother to get it repaired.
So, my dishwasher has broken. It’s irritating timing, like most things that break I guess. I will need to get it repaired as the kids and pets generate lots of things to wash up. I have no idea how much it will be, but whatever the cost it will eat into my Christmas budget.
Now the next one. Last time I got home quite late, due to a major road being closed on the way home. The lateness meant there was little parking in my road, so I was forced to park right up the other end, the first car parking space in the road actually. I walked up to get it this morning and discovered some total scumbag has keyed it. They have dragged a key along every panel of the passenger side. Remember I have only just got the car back from the repair place, so I was livid. Actually, livid doesn’t even begin to describe it. I have never understood why people do this to cars, what do they get out of it? I would love to catch someone, I really would.
The car will cost a lot of money to put right but am I going to do it? no….I don’t have the money at all and what’s the point? Evidently we cannot have nice things (although the car is 5 years old now but still in nice looking shape), lowlife people take it upon themselves to wreck them. They are unaware of how my life has been of course, as they dragged their key down my car, laughing. For me, I was raging. I suspect this is a build of emotion and frustration recently.
It does feel personal, all these things that keep happening. At the risk of repeating previous post themes, I feel like life is doing all it can to stop me getting back on my feet quickly. It feels personal too as it doesn’t seem to happen to anyone else I know, always me.
I have to ask, when will it stop?